I just finished reading a book someone had given me. I read it because they wanted me to but I knew even from the back cover I had a problem with it. It described one of the characters as 'morbidly obese' and (((shudder))) another *beautiful* character switches bodies with her. The horror. I am so tired of fat shaming. Of overweight people being meant to feel like damaged goods because they are overweight. This has been the mentality my whole life, and guess what? I've been overweight my whole life. What comes from fat shaming is self-hatred. I got tired of hating myself last year. JUST LAST YEAR! I let go of it. What was the point in hating myself? Is that what society wants from fat people? For them to just give up and become recluses? Well, I started making clothes for myself instead. No more 'when I get to be such and such a weight' excuses... I'm living in the now. It feels like a release. It feels good. It helps I have a family of three people who think I am beautiful and tell me so. They make it all worthwhile.
When I hear/read the language of fat shaming, I cringe. It is a language of hatred. Hatred of the overweight person, hatred of the overweight person directing it towards themselves. It's evil, these words, these ideas. It only exists to hurt people.
I went to a wedding a few weeks ago. I made myself a sleeveless dress and then when I tried it on I hated the way my arms looked. My husband said, "I like that dress, it shows off your arms." I wore that dress to the wedding with pride. I'm trying to get to the point where I can tell those things to myself, but I'm not there yet. It takes a lot of doing to undo 44 years of self-hatred.