Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss.
So I’ve had a Health at Every Size® (HAES) philosophy ever since I read Shadow on a Tightrope in December 1983 — which is before that term even existed as such. Later, much later, I wrote my own book, FAT: The Story of My Life with My Body, narrating my experiences of trying to manipulate my body size prior to 1983 (with all the terrible things that does to one’s mind and body), and then the decades after that in which I was living in harmony with my fat body, exercising and eating well. Of course, the fact that I had extremely healthy habits didn’t save me from other people’s misunderstanding and condescension, but it was still worth it, by far. No other relationship matters as much as the one you have with your body/self.
Here I’m glossing over a thing which if I mentioned it might complicate the picture slightly. I was fat my whole grownup life, but then something weird happened. Forgive me, I’m not quite ready to talk about it yet on this blog. I will, though. Give me a little more time.
My husband has been promising to go with me to a “chick flick” for a few years now. Somehow, we never seem to get to the movie I want to see when it’s still in the theater. Mostly it’s because of his work schedule, which is normally messed up. But, he had the weekend off and we had a couple of dollars in our pocket. For a change, we had no parties or other events we had to be at on Saturday.
The stars finally lined up. Read more…
Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss and asshole commenters.
Note: Although there are male actors who feel the pressure to be thin, muscular and attractive, they are often given more leeway than female actresses, hence why I am going to be focusing this article on women in Hollywood.
It’s no big secret that to succeed in the world of Hollywood you’d have to have perfect looks, including perfect hair, teeth, skin, and, of course, a perfect body. We are constantly bombarded with pictures of handsome male actors wearing sharp suits and beautiful actresses wearing elegant, figure-hugging gowns on the red carpet. Each woman wears a dress that reveals their slim figures and tantalizing low cuts showing off their cleavage and other assets. Magazines, tabloids, and blogs blather incessantly and obsessively these women’s choice of attire, among other things, so of course when a woman of size makes it into the Hollywood circle there is much discussion about her and most particularly about her weight.
Trigger warning: Brief mention of eating disorder and weight loss.
I want to be antifragile. The opposite of fragile. I want to get stronger when I meet with resistance.
But damn. It’s so hard. For instance, a few minutes ago I got a notification on my phone that someone left a message on a post I made here in 2012. Here’s what they had to say to me:
Except without the cute little piggy. Or the heart over the ‘i.’ Because people angry enough to leave random messages like this aren’t really the cute-pig-and-heart-dots type, right?
Trigger warning: Violent imagery regarding cosmetic manipulation.
Possibly NSFW: It’s a video using an illustration of a naked woman. The screencap used below shows boobage. Scroll at your own risk.
Guys, my work is trying to kill me.
I’ve got a great job and I really can’t complain considering I don’t have a college degree, but I’ve gotten so good at my job (#HumbleBrag) that I’ve got customers coming at me from all sides wanting my magic touch. So while I have several intriguing blog projects in utero, I haven’t had the time to gestate them to fruition.
But the other day I saw something on reddit that I wanted to quickly share.
I’ve been seeing a few posts on Facebook lately about clothing options, and the lack thereof, for fat people, especially for those of us who are DEATHFATZ. Now I’m not talking fat women who can wear a size 24/26/28, I’m talking about those of us who wear sizes above 28.
I wear anywhere from a size 26 to a size 32 in women’s pants, depending on how they’re made, the fabric from which they’re made, and who made them. As for tops/tees/blouses, I have sizes ranging from a 4X to a 6X, also depending on who made them, the style, the fabric, and whether they button or are pullover types. I don’t wear dresses at all anymore, but the last time I bought a dress, it was long enough in front, but not near long enough in the back (does that mean I have more ass than belly?). And any dress I tried on that had a waist was totally out of the question — waists on dresses hit me right under my bustline. Princess dresses, where the “waist” is supposed to hit right under the bustline, usually hit me right in the middle of my rack of doom (probably because I have a rack of doom and they aren’t made for women with a large bustline). Read more…