Posts tagged beauty
It is hard to be a fat girl. No matter how much you tell yourself how sexy, talented, amazing, worthy, fabulous, and genius you are, there is a pretty serious backlash that you are facing – on a minute by minute basis. And, I’ll tell you, I consider myself pretty tough and persistently body positive, but it is not easy to be kick-ass all the time. Especially when someone tells you point blank to your face that you are fat and you need to lose weight or you will… (insert really scary reason here – usually culminating in the fact that you will be fat, alone, and unlovable until you lose some weight).
And I absolutely guarantee that inside every phenomenal kick-ass fat positive role model is the tiniest inkling of doubt and fear, and every once and a while, when you are feeling a little vulnerable, even the toughest, most awesome girl can be tripped up, even if they refuse to admit it. I’ll even go out on a limb and say that I believe this so wholeheartedly – anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. This is not to say that we should just succumb to the cultural standards and get all weak in our knees when someone calls us fat – we will keep fighting and loving ourselves no matter what and becoming role models for other women to follow in our example, BUT there has to be some room for honesty in the equation. And honestly? It is not always easy to be a Body Image Warrior.
So much truth
To clarify: When I call myself fat I own the word. I love the word. I am a fat woman. I love my rolls and curves. I love every jiggle and stretchmark and bouncy-bouncy cushiony-delicious lump. The word is power and beauty and it fills me with glee that I have wrestled it from the grasp of my oppressors and made it, not just neutral, but glorious.
When it came time for the couple’s traditional first dance, Joe read prepared remarks explaining that instead of dancing together, they wanted to open the dance floor to their gay and lesbian friends who are still legally denied the right to marry.
This was a large and very diverse wedding in a state that doesn’t even recognize same-sex civil unions, let alone marriage. And yet the ovation that these people received while dancing to The Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” was like nothing I’ve ever heard at any wedding. If there were dry eyes, I didn’t see any.
Change is coming.
EWWWW at this.
Here’s what Chubby Bunnies really meant when she posted this: “I’m a white racist blog and here are my opinions: I’m reject AAVE like it was ever for me or needed my approval. Also because clearly “phat” doesn’t mean sexy either because it’s being used by Black folks in relation to other Black folks.”
After that whole “bloggers that should go away” list, I was really nice to you. I messaged you and was civil about it all, I publicly apologised and explained the situation. But you didn’t even read it all and then publicly humiliated me and then told me to never bring it up, don’t talk about it with my followers, don’t talk about it at all and I didn’t. I let it go so you and I could go on our separate ways.
But you’re still allowed to say stuff like that about me, right?
This is a submission. I am not racist, my blog isn’t racist. I am not an ableist, neither is my blog. I approved this submission because of the amount of times people have told me “baby you’re not fat, you’re PHAT”- and no, I’m not Phat. I’m FAT.
But you know, of course that just means I’m racist, right?
I tried to sort things out with you but you obviously just have a personal problem with me. I had never spoken to you, you had never spoken to me, we both never followed each other yet you have this nasty attitude and feelings towards me when you’ve never even spoken to me. And even after I tried to clear the air, what more do you want from me?
Someone else said to you that another peson should be on your ‘list’ but you said no because she has taken steps to right her wrongs, she publicly apologised and has been making an effort. I did the exact same thing but you were still rude, I am still on that list and you are still being like this towards me.
I will let my blog and my actions speak for themselves. I am not racist, I am not an ableist.
Sit there and continue to spew hatred across tumblr about me, because I’m done.