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Who wants to see fat people in love? Not Marie Claire.
That is a link to a discussion of an article in fucking MARIE CLAIRE about how disgusting fat people are. Like Elle said in her post, I'm not linking to the article; it's easy enough to find it, and I don't want to encourage traffic to their site.
Here's an excerpt from the article: So anyway, yes, I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.
(I particularly like that the anti!fat writer misspelled 'heroin'.)
I feel...anger and sorrow at this. At the attitude toward obesity in general. There are so many reasons why people are overweight: genetic factors, emotional factors, health things like thyroid or blood sugar. For some it's a combination of things.
I weigh somewhere in the area of 430lbs right now. I am -- and probably always will be, to some degree -- one of those people that the author is talking about not wanting to see sharing affection/being intimate because of the gross factor. And it's attitudes LIKE hers that make me not want to step foot outside my house because I'm likely to be one of the heaviest people in any gathering. I don't want to open myself up for emotional hurt. I had more than enough experiences growing up of being called "fatty" and "fatso", and being picked last for kickball. I had to endure comments when I was older about how it must suck that my stomach sticks out further than my boobs. Whispers that followed me if I went into a store by myself.
Right now it's hard enough to make myself go outside and walk, move, whatever. It's physically painful and difficult, and it would be really easy to give up trying. It would be nice to think that when I do go out that if I'm being judged by anyone it's for what I'm saying or doing. That I'm judged for ME and not my appearance.
I know that's not the case. I am painfully aware that that's not the case. No doubt I've lost job opportunities because someone didn't want to hire someone who's obviously morbidly obese. I know there are people who feel obesity somehow affects intelligence, and that I'm probably being judged as stupid. There are days, depending on my mood and how my self-esteem is at that particular moment, I'd probably agree with them.
My husband left me for someone who is tall and slender--and dumb as a rock.
I HATE that there is so much attention paid to what people look like. The emphasis on being thin and "gorgeous" that's everywhere, in all forms of media.
I have as much right as anyone else to kiss whom I want wherever I want. If I'm losing weight, it's not because I'm trying to spare someone's delicate sensibilities. It's because I want to be healthier over all, for me. If I choose NOT to lose weight, that's also my decision, and if I have someone to kiss I will do so in public if I want...and if it bothers whoever might be looking, well. Don't look. It's your problem, not mine.
annella:Who wants to see fat people in love? Not Marie Claire.
That is a link to a discussion of an article in fucking MARIE CLAIRE about how disgusting fat people are. Like Elle said in her post, I'm not linking to the article; it's easy enough to find it, and I don't want to encourage traffic to their site.
Here's an excerpt from the article: So anyway, yes, I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.
(I particularly like that the anti!fat writer misspelled 'heroin'.)
I feel...anger and sorrow at this. At the attitude toward obesity in general. There are so many reasons why people are overweight: genetic factors, emotional factors, health things like thyroid or blood sugar. For some it's a combination of things.
I weigh somewhere in the area of 430lbs right now. I am -- and probably always will be, to some degree -- one of those people that the author is talking about not wanting to see sharing affection/being intimate because of the gross factor. And it's attitudes LIKE hers that make me not want to step foot outside my house because I'm likely to be one of the heaviest people in any gathering. I don't want to open myself up for emotional hurt. I had more than enough experiences growing up of being called "fatty" and "fatso", and being picked last for kickball. I had to endure comments when I was older about how it must suck that my stomach sticks out further than my boobs. Whispers that followed me if I went into a store by myself.
Right now it's hard enough to make myself go outside and walk, move, whatever. It's physically painful and difficult, and it would be really easy to give up trying. It would be nice to think that when I do go out that if I'm being judged by anyone it's for what I'm saying or doing. That I'm judged for ME and not my appearance.
I know that's not the case. I am painfully aware that that's not the case. No doubt I've lost job opportunities because someone didn't want to hire someone who's obviously morbidly obese. I know there are people who feel obesity somehow affects intelligence, and that I'm probably being judged as stupid. There are days, depending on my mood and how my self-esteem is at that particular moment, I'd probably agree with them.
My husband left me for someone who is tall and slender--and dumb as a rock.
I HATE that there is so much attention paid to what people look like. The emphasis on being thin and "gorgeous" that's everywhere, in all forms of media.
I have as much right as anyone else to kiss whom I want wherever I want. If I'm losing weight, it's not because I'm trying to spare someone's delicate sensibilities. It's because I want to be healthier over all, for me. If I choose NOT to lose weight, that's also my decision, and if I have someone to kiss I will do so in public if I want...and if it bothers whoever might be looking, well. Don't look. It's your problem, not mine.
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