People smarter than me can do the research on causes of obesity and what constitutes health.
I’ve read a lot on the subject of obesity and this is a polarizing issue.
I am tired of it.
We shouldn’t have scores and scores of articles on fat acceptance. We shouldn’t need them because it comes down to this: If you hate someone or belittle someone or dismiss someone because they are fat, then you are an asshole.
It’s quite simple.
I read an article that was about understanding the fat acceptance movement. I understand why it was written. I’m just so goddamn sorry that is has to be written.
Why do people care? Why? It’s not that hard to figure out that we are all different. We SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT.
Go read an article on fat acceptance or fat shaming and then read the comments. I am amazed by how many people are supercilious twat monsters when it comes to fat people. Why is it okay to be so cruel?
Obviously, these people don’t struggle with weight. Isn’t that enough? Or is it more fun to be thin if you ridicule people who aren’t?
I’ve read comments and entire articles that people write that completely dismiss a human because of their physical appearance. Really? A whole person with an amazing brain and years of experience and stories and wisdom and they don’t count because they’re fat? That is so fucking stupid.
Strength and health come in many different packages. Also, weakness and illness do too.
If a fellow human makes choices that are sedentary and unhealthy, that is their business. They are not hurting you. And no making the argument that because of them YOU have to pay more for insurance. Fuck that. People drink and smoke and engage in unprotected sex. They ride bicycles on busy streets and drive like deranged assholes. And no matter HOW healthy you are, there is no guarantee that you won’t get a debilitating illness that is going to cost a fuck ton to cure. All that is, is a fucking reason to open your judgmental cake hole about another person’s lifestyle.
I used to be more physically strong than I am now. I don’t work out as much as I used to and I’m getting older but that doesn’t mean I don’t have strength.
Strength has many definitions.
I withstood a years long heroin siege. I stood by my child’s side and fought against his addiction all while being squeezed into size 16 jeans. That takes some herculean strength that I can promise would bring some body builders to their fucking knees. I was already strong going into that battle. I was bruised and broken and tired when it evened out (I don’t know that it will ever be over). As the bruises continue to heal, I find a well of strength that was born of that horrible situation. I am motherfucking strong like a bull now. I might not be able to swing a kettle bell with much control, but I can get through emotional pain like a goddamn trooper.
The point is, we all have our strengths and we all have our weaknesses. Sometimes that strength is shown through a taut and muscular body, sometimes the strength isn’t so visible.
It makes me feel sad and hopeless when the finger pointing comes out from both sides of the issue.
You’re a drain on society. You’re depriving your children of quality time with you because you are shortening your life.
Fuck you! I am at home with my children, playing with them, while you’re spending hours at the gym.
You’re lazy and you make bad choices.
I spend my time as advocate for children’s rights and I’m working full time and going to school full time. There is nothing lazy about me and nothing bad about my choices.
In the end, we’re just shouting at each other.
It gets us nowhere.
I wish I could change this. I wish that I could make people just accept each other as they are, regardless of body type or color or sexual orientation.
We all have stories. We all have ways to contribute and we’re all fascinating. Take the time to know people instead of judging them by their skin.
After you get to know who they are and find that they’re a complete douche, then by all means…separate yourself from them..but at least find out first. Don’t decide you know who a person is by the size they are wearing.
Now, let’s all just stop being dicks, okay?