30 minutes ago
Feeling especially spicy about my body today, and posting this pic from NYC when I wore a body on dress with a visible belly outline because I don't have time to hide my body behind voluminous skirts and waist-cinching "figure-flattering" belts.
Why am I feeling especially ticked off today? Yesterday, after a yummy dinner with @smugliberal, we walked outside, minding our own business. An older man walked up to us, looked at Alex, and said, "Excuse me, I would like to tell you about a special diet..." Dear reader, I told him to fuck off. Repeatedly. Asked him to walk away. Until he walked away, shaking his head as though *I* had been the rude one.
This isn't the first time I've had this happen. It happens to me probably about two times a month at least. It was the first time, however, that it happened to someone else in front of me, and I didn't have to struggle with my conditioned politeness and could just reach for what I wish I could have said every time a stranger offers their opinion on my fucking personhood. It felt good.
Here's what I'd like to convey through this post:
1. Fatphobia and sizeism are real. They are pervasive. They make strangers believe they can come up to me and give me opinions and advice and tell me about myself. It's not just lack of clothes that fit or mean looks or fat jokes on tv; it's real-life confrontations. ~~this is not rare for me.~~
2. When I post these pictures, and call myself pretty? It's a piece of fucking rebellion. It's a literal act of war against a world where I am told over and over that my physical body is unwelcome, is too much, is disapproved of. It's not just a nicety or a self-confident thing or a vain thing; it's my way of surviving, of saying I'm here to stay.
Anyways, I look fucking hot and I don't give a shit what anyone thinks. Come aboard the fat-positivity train or get the fuck out of my way.