I have to remind myself that not all people are willing to listen when it comes to body shaming.
In fact just today I was told by a casual friend that “people absolutely have the right to “body shame” just like you have the right to filter it.” I decided instead of having a conversation with him and pushing the issue like I should have I basically said “I’m not sorry I feel this way but I am sorry that you do” and left it at that.
I’m too sensitive for the big conversations and running this blog has taught me that. I get panicky and anxious and sick to my stomach. I can’t fight like I used to and that hurts me more than anything ever could.
I am jealous of the people on here that can have these conversations, that can come out with resources and links and proof to back up their conversations.
I don’t have the strength to fight anymore.
The best I can do right now, is learn to love myself and understand some people are absolutely terrible and will never learn.
But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:
Just plain icky
So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat.— Kate Harding (via annecarsons)