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When friends decide to lose weight

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When friends decide to lose weight  try to lose weight it’s always a heartbreaking moment to the fat activist. Some people are laid back about other peoples’ decisions to lose weight or are comfortable to let them make their own decisions.

I’m not like that.

It kills me because I see myself and how far I’ve come. I see the potential. More so, as friends who often read my blog and posts on Facebook, Twitter, etc., I feel personally like I somehow failed in preventing this. One big reason is that I’m so ethically opposed to diet culture, which I view as a form of self-harm and disordered eating.

I can’t help but project my own experiences with a decade-long eating disorder and my almost miraculous turnaround after a single friend handed me a book and asked me to read it. I feel like I can’t help my friends the way my friend helped me.

Still, what can you do? If their Facebook posts are triggering you can unsubscribe, you can give them positive comments when they bring up their weight at lunch, you can tell them that their weight isn’t important until you’re blue in the face, but in the end you can only help so many people.

The people who want that help.


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The world will not end because of sweaty fat people

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I’m planning for my vacation next week, so I’m reaching into the archives of my blog Life on Fats to repost one of my summer threads, with a few tweaks to include some current events.

It’s hot out y’all.

I live in Northern Maryland and our summers in the Baltimore metro area can get very steamy. It got to 97 degrees yesterday, and temperatures are expected to reach 100 degrees or more in the next couple of days. Nine people in the Baltimore area have died due to the heat wave that’s been dominating the area since the beginning of the month.

People without air conditioning have been utilizing local cooling areas such as libraries and senior centers. Anyone who has to be outside for whatever reasons has been doing what it takes to stay cool. That means wearing lighter, looser clothing, staying hydrated — and lots of sweat.

Curiously, and somewhat amusingly, it seems that this natural bodily process that helps our bodies cool down can be offensive to some fat-shamers. They don’t want to see big people sweat, even if it’s a result of exercise. It’s silly if you think about it. We’re all going to sweat, regardless of weight.

Now, many of us fat people will sweat more because we have a lot more to carry around, so it will take us longer to get cool. There are some fat people who don’t sweat a whole lot. Some people are on medication which has extreme sweating as a side effect, such as my mother. Combine that with the sweat she already puts out naturally, and it’s Soak City.

So this whole “sweaty fat people are offensive” tripe makes no sense. Sure, sweat isn’t attractive and it can be stinky, but it’s part of what makes us human. And, yes, fat people are human. I know it’s tough to grasp, but we should be allowed to sweat and stink like everyone else. The world isn’t going to explode in a giant fireball because of it, I promise you.


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M.Y.O.B.

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Trigger warning: Mention of celebrity weight-loss and eating disorders.

Yesterday I was grocery shopping and while heading to the vitamin aisle I saw something pretty startling. It was a woman, extremely thin, and it didn’t seem like a “naturally” thin either, as her face was sunken in. I watched her bend down to grab something and put it in her cart. After she and her companion left the aisle, I glanced down at what she had picked up.

It was a package of weight-loss shakes.

Immediately I started to think about how our society’s obsession with being thin, and staying thin, might have played a role in the appearance of this woman. What I didn’t think, but could have, was that she already seemed unhealthily thin and the last thing she needed to consume were weight-loss shakes.

Just like my body is nobody’s business, hers wasn’t mine. And maybe she bought the shakes not to lose even more weight, but maybe because they’re her way of getting food intake, or because she just likes to drink them, like I enjoy eating Special K Cracker Chips even though I know it’s labeled as a diet food. Maybe she didn’t have an eating disorder at all, but was suffering from another condition and the only thing she was able to digest was the shakes.

We shouldn’t presume to know the lifestyles of people we observe in the grocery store just by looking in their carts, but sadly, some feel they have a right to judge.

This week I was reading Redbook while at lunch. I generally stay away from these magazines because they’re pro-intentional weight loss, but since I usually eat by myself I need something to pass the time. The articles in them weren’t that bad, not as heavily pro-diet as they usually are, and then I came to a page where some nutritionists  admitted to peering into other peoples’ carts while they were grocery shopping and judging what was inside. They were making assumptions that these random strangers weren’t interested in losing weight and being healthy.

What these professional nutritionists fail to realize is that not everyone is interested in losing weight, and that the only bodies that should concern these nutritionists are their own and the bodies of their clients, not the bodies of strangers out in public.

Unfortunately, the obesity panic causes too many people to forget about the wise old saying “mind your own business” and start treating bodies, especially fat bodies, as their own personal property:

  • We have First Lady Michelle Obama making it her top priority to shrink the waist size of America’s children, even though there are other more crucial issues out there facing our nation.
  • We had the media take a non-newsworthy topic of celebrity chef Paula Deen’s diabetes diagnosis and suddenly, health and nutrition experts were debating about whether she was to blame for the so-called rising rates of obesity. After her body and her cooking became the latest moral crisis of the month, she started to lose weight, vowed to incorporate more healthy practices into her cooking and now she’s not a social pariah any more.
  • Star Magazine runs an annual issue titled “Best and Worst Celebrity Beach Bodies,” with pictures of both thin and fat famous people, most of them women, on the cover. Some of them are headless bodies, some have their eyes blocked out.  It’s only when you read the actual article that you get to see their heads, accompanied by snarky comments about their appearances.
  • After Jordin Sparks won Season 6 of American Idol, fat shamer extraordinaire MeMe Roth complained that she is not a positive role model because her size 12 body will probably develop heart disease and diabetes. Fast forward to today: Jordin is now 50 pounds lighter and is showing off her body in a bikini in Shape Magazine.
  • Bus monitor Karen Klein is bullied by kids because of her weight and the whole ugly incident is filmed and released to the world. You can see her being poked and pinched a few times by one of the bullies in an effort to feel how fat she is.
  • Fat activist Charlotte Cooper and her girlfriend were photographed while participating in The Fattylympics and their picture sold to The Daily Mail  without their consent, and even though they and other organizers of this event asked reporters to stay away, some still came, disregarding their requests.
  • “Comedian” Daniel Tosh took a picture of a woman who modeled for Substantia Jones without consent and used it to shame her on his website.
  • The websites “People of Walmart” and “People of Public Transit” show pictures  of headless and non-headless fat people to ridicule, as well as any other non-fat people who don’t fit their ideal of attractiveness. Usually these pictures are taken without the others’ consent.
  • Chris Christie, the Governor of New Jersey, is a frequent target of fat jokes by those who oppose his political decisions (however mind-numbing they may be) and those who use his weight for comedy, especially David Letterman.

Why won’t people who feel the need to participate in this kind of shaming mind their own business? Basically, it’s about telling us whose bodies aren’t “the norm” where our place is, and that if we attempt to leave that place then we deserve to be humiliated unless we change our bodies to look more acceptable. Sometimes we do, but it generally doesn’t work. If shame actually helped to make fat people thin, then all fat people would no longer be fat, but that’s not how it works.  What works is respecting boundaries, and minding your own business.


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Olympians… they come in all shapes and sizes.

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Something many of you guys may not know: while I was, say, 14-16, I was an Olympic hopeful (albeit a slim chance).  I know how hard you have to work, the hours in the pool, gym, track, etc. In my case, it was for synchronized swimming, and our team never got past regionals. But I digress.

Because of this dedication, I fondly try to set aside as much time as possible for 2 weeks every two years to watch the spectacle that is the Olympic games. Something I am noticing more and more this year about Olympic athletes (despite the corporate scramble to pay athletic beauty with sponsor deals, which conversely erases the fat or less attractive athletes): they do indeed come in all shapes, sizes and levels of beauty.

Maybe it’s been the involvement of Fat Acceptance in my life.  I guess I didn’t notice this during the winder Olympics, you know, puffy ski jackets and all. But now its summer. With swimsuits and tank tops and bikinis in some cases — shorts and a t-shirt at the very BEST  of times — showing athletic  bodies of all shapes and sizes.

This is Kimberly Rhode. After her performance this week in London, Rhode is the first American with individual medals in five straight Olympics. Rhode won women’s skeet shooting Sunday, tying a world record and setting the Olympic mark with 99 points – meaning she missed once in 100 shots. She was eight targets better than silver medalist Wei Ning of China and nine better than Slovakia’s Danka Bartekova, who topped Russia’s Marina Belikova in a shootout for the bronze. She certainly isn’t waif thin. She’s stocky, plus-sized, and no one can doubt she is dominating her sport.  She’s practicing and training seven days a week in her sport, all year long.

The Italian archery team had at least one bear of a man trounce our American team. These guys regularly hold a 50 pound bow in one hand, and can draw back 200 pounds of psi (pounds per square inch) to launch their arrow 70 meters towards a target just at 280 feet per second or around 190 mph. I’m pretty sure, as an Olympic athlete who trains for his sport for hours and hours each day to get to that level of competitiveness, and that he is physically fit, despite what the trolls over on Yahoo! news have to say.

The Melbourne newspaper, Herald Sun, asked if Australian swimmer Leisel Jones was too fat for the Olympics. The paper published recent photos of Leisel and compared them to photos of her from 2008, and included the caption, “The Olympic veteran’s figure is in stark contrast to 2008.” The suggestion is that she does not look as good as she once did.  A poll accompanied the photos, asking readers if she was “fit” enough to compete in the Olympics. It was quickly taken down, but the level of idiocy astounds me. These people are pushing their bodies to do truly amazing things.  and all people care about is how they look. I promise if she’s bad at her sport and not fit to qualify, then she wouldn’t have made the team.

In May 2012, a senior UK athletic professional said that heptathlete Jessica Ennis was “too fat” and was carrying “too much weight.” She is  if 5’5″ and 126 lbs. All muscle. SHE’S A HEPTATHLETE, as in running, sprinting, hurdles, throwing heavy things long distances, jumping over stuff as high as you can. How can you be too fat for that? Shouldn’t you NEED muscle? She doesn’t even “look” fat. That is the problem with using looks or BMI as an indicator of health or weight. It just doesnt work.

The strongest women in America, weightlifters Sarah Robles and Holley Mangold, don’t get the same kind of sponsorships as thin, lean female athletes. Media coverage almost always mentions their weight and/or body type before noting how much they can lift. It’s as though their size renders all other accomplishments moot. Conan O’Brien has lost my faithful watchership of over 15 years due to his repeated mocking of Holley Mangold. On July 28, he tweeted “I predict 350 lb. weight lifter Holley Mangold will bring home the gold and 4 guys against their will.” Why, Conan, why?

And this is just the beginning, just the list of what I have seen and noticed. I’m sure there are tons of fatter soccer players, table tennis players, canoers, etc., who don’t get their fair share of camera time. But these Olympic athletes, whose bodies still show us the diversity of nations — the diversity of shapes, sizes and colors that define the human condition — prove the diversity of fit (not necessarily skinny or fat) athletes and show what the human body can do.

UPDATE

Hi there, this is Atchka! and I wanted to throw in a few that I just stumbled across on Facebook.

Reese Hoffa has won the Bronze in shot put at the age of 34, Hoffa used his moment in the spotlight to promote the adoption process. At the age of 4, Hoffa and his brother were put up for adoption shortly after he burned their house down while they were playing with lighters. When Hoffa finally met his biological mother, he apologized to her, but she assured him it was because she was so young (19) and didn’t think she could give him the life he deserved. This is Hoffa’s second, and last, Olympic appearance. Hoffa can also complete the Rubik’s cube in 30 seconds.

Of course, shot putters are historically larger as well, so Hoffa is not the only larger Olympic shot putter. There’s also the following athletes as well:

Christian Cantwell of the United States

Chiara Rosa of Italy

Jillian Camarena-Williams of the United States

Dylan Armstrong of Canada

Dorian Scott of Jamaica

Ming-Huang Chang of Taiwan

I can’t find a full list of women’s shot putting anywhere, but after they compete on August 6, I will be happy to update. But women’s discus throw is over, so in that event we’ve got the following:

Darya Pishchalnikova of Russia (who won silver)

Yarelys Barrios of Cuba

Stephanie Brown Trafton of the United States

I add these in response to Barnum Bailey questioning the athleticism of those in the archery and rifle shooting categories. I understand what Barnum is saying, but I think it’s ridiculous to question the fitness of anyone, especially an Olympic competitor. This post is not about rating the fitness of these people. This post is about giving pause to our assumptions about athleticism and fitness.

That someone would go, “Yeah, but she’s just shootin’ a gun… that ain’t exercise.”

And?

Does that mean she doesn’t exercise at all? And even if she doesn’t, who the hell are you to even be discussing her fitness. Are you her doctor? Her secret boyfriend?

And if, for some bizarre reason, it is your business whether these people are healthy, then I want to know all about your life too, Barnum. Do you smoke? Drink? Use narcotics? Have unsafe sex? Drive fast? Live hard?

Personally, I don’t care about the answers to those questions. If I did, I have no clue how I would be able to enjoy my own life with all the self-destructive assholes out there. But if you see Reese Hoffa walkin’ down the street gnawin’ on a turkey leg or Holley Mangold enjoying the crap out of an ice cream cone, and you assume they are gluttonous sloths who don’t take care of themselves, then you are dead wrong.

These are Olympic athletes, and shame on anyone for assuming otherwise.

They are also people. And all people, regardless of what they look like, are allowed to pursue the lifestyle they choose.

So, whether your questions about the personal choices of fat people are right or wrong doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re dickweed for even asking.

Update 2

As I continue to discover more “fat” Olympians (the definition of “fat” here being that they appear fat when you look at them), I will continue to update, so we may document all of the fatties who are shattering records, and assumptions, about what fat bodies are capable of.

Women’s Weightlifting (Super Heavyweight)

Right off the bat, check out the winner’s stand

Zhou Lulu of China (gold medalist and lifted record-breaking 734-pound combined total)

Tatiana Kashirina of the Russian Federation (silver medalist)

Mi-Ran Jang of the Republic Of Korea (4th place)

Ele Opeloge of Samoa (6th place)

Sarah Robles of the United States (7th place)

Oliba Seledina Nieve Arroyo of Ecuador (8th place)

Mami Shimamoto of Japan (9th place)

Holley Mangold of the United States (10th place)

Maryam Usman of Nigeria (injured)

Men’s Judo (Heavyweight)

Andreas Toelzer of Germany (in white) (bronze medalist tied)

Rafael Silva of Brazil (in white) (bronze medalist tied)

Janusz Wojnarowicz of Poland (in blue)

Yerzhan Shynkeyev of Kazakhstan (in blue)

Oscar Brayson of Cuba (in blue)

Ricardo Blas Jr of Guam (heaviest Olympian at 481 pounds) (in white)

Facinet Keita of Guinea (in white)

Ihar Makarau of Belarus (in blue)

Daiki Kamikawa of Japan (left)

Darrel Castillo of Guatemala (in blue)

Sung-Min Kim of the Republic of Korea (in white)

Tomohiko Hoshina of the Philippines (in white)

Stanislav Bondarenko of Ukraine (giant man in the middle)

Adam Okruashvili of Georgia (in blue)

Vladut Simionescu of Romania (in blue)

Barna Bor of Hungary (in white)

Mohammad Rodaki of Iran (in white)

El Mehdi Malki of Morocco (in blue)

Cedric Mandembo of the Democratic Republic of Congo (in blue)

Women’s Judo (Heavyweight)

Once again, the champions

Idalys Ortiz of Cuba (in white) (gold medalist)

Mika Sugimoto of Japan (in white) (silver medalist)

Wen Tong of the People’s Republic of China (in white) (bronze medalist tied)

Vanessa Zambotti of Mexico

Urszula Sadkowska of Poland (in blue)

Gulsah Kocaturk of Turkey (in blue)

Wojdan Shaherkani of Saudi Arabia (first female Olympian from Saudi Arabia)

Melissa Mojica of Puerto Rico (in blue)

Giovanna Blanco of Venezuela (in blue)

Lucija Polavder of Slovenia

Na-Young Kim of Republic of Korea (in blue)

Maria Suelen Altheman of Brazil (in white)

And as an added bonus, Altheman took part in a tropical island shoot with the rest of the Brazilian women’s judo team.

It’s the bathing beauty who can kick some serious butt!

Update 3

Sorry for the lack of updates yesterday, but I hope to make up for it today. First up, a few key members of the various women’s water polo teams, followed by a full review of the men’s and women’s shot putters and discus hurlers who I did not include previously.

Women’s Water Polo

Melissa Seidemann of the United States (right)

Brenda Villa of the United States

Brenda Villa in Action

Brenda Villa in Fashion

Jin He of China (Number 5)

Barbara Bujka of Hungary

Holly Lincoln-Smith of Australia (arms raised)

Elisa Casanova of Italy

Men’s Shot Put

Pavel Lyzhyn of Belarus (8th place)

Ralf Bartels of Germany

Marco Fortes of Portugal

Georgi Ivanov of Bulgaria

Mihail Stamatoyiannis of Greece

Maris Urtans of Latvia

Borja Vivas of Spain

Stephen Saenz of Mexico

Adriatik Hoxha of Albania

Justin Rodhe of Canada

Andrei Mikhnevich of Belarus

Nedzad Mulabegovic of Croatia

Om Prakash Singh of India

Kim Christensen of Denmark

Carl Myerscough of Great Britain

Amin Nikfar of Iran

Emanuele Fuamatu of Samoa

Jun Zhang of China

Women’s Shot Put

Nadzeya Ostapchuk of Belarus (gold medalist) (disqualified for doping)

Lijiao Gong of China (4th place) (bronze medalist)

Ling Li of China (5th 4th place)

Michelle Carter of the United States (6th 5th place)

Xiangrong Liu of China (7th 6th place)

Irina Tarasova of Russian Federation (9th 8th place)

Natalia Duco of Chile (10th 9th place)

In action

In a flesh-colored body suit

Christina Schwanitz of Germany (11th 10th place)

Leyla Rajabi of Iran

Anna Avdeeva of Russian Federation

Sandra Lemos of Colombia

Tia Brooks of The United States

Ana Pouhila of Tonga

In action

In fashion

Men’s Discus

Ehsan Hadadi of Iran (silver medalist)

Piotr Malachowski of Poland

Scott Martin of Australia

Ercument Olgundeniz of Turkey

Mart Israel of Estonia

Julian Wruck of Australia

German Lauro of Argentina

Jason Morgan of Jamaica

Yunio Lastre of Cuba

 Women’s Discus

Wen-Hua Li of Taipei

Aretha Thurmond of the United States

Nicoleta Grasu of Romania

Andressa de Morais of Brazil

Karen Gallardo of Chile

Monique Jansen of Netherlands

Sviatlana Siarova of Belarus

That’s all for now. Check back later for more updates!


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One Syllable

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It’s been really hot in California lately. To beat the heat, my family and I went to the mall to bask in their sweet, sweet air conditioning. We wandered around for about two hours and decided to grab an ice cream at the ice cream stand we had passed about four times that day. My mom and brother got ice cream cones and I got a frozen chocolate-covered banana.

So what happens when a fat woman decides to eat something in public? Well, she gets shamed of course!

Right after leaving the ice cream stand, banana-on-a-stick happily in hand, some douche meanly, and with intentional naughtiness, said “ew” as he walked by. I make light of it now, but at the time I was shocked. I hadn’t been publicly commented on (so as I could hear) in over five years. I wasn’t used to it anymore.

I looked at my mom and asked what he said. She confirmed my suspicions, so I spun around. My brain throbbed with confusion. What should I do? Should I yell at him? He was so far away. Was he even talking about me? Of course he was, I’m a fat girl eating a phallic-shaped treat and enjoying it. I visually assaulted him by making him think about me in a sexual way! Or something… I shouldn’t have had a frozen banana. I should have just had a regular ice cream… I opened myself up for comment. I can have what I want, though. It’s my body, it’s my life! But why would he say that? Maybe he didn’t say that about me… He doesn’t know me…

“He wasn’t talking to you,” my mom assured me, “he was talking about me.” I knew my mom was trying to protect me. I knew that she said that because she knew he was talking about me. And for some reason that one, tiny syllable broke me down. Whether it was about me or not. For some reason, I crumbled. I held in everything until I found an empty corridor and then I sank to a bench, crying. My huge, yeti of a brother wrapping me in his arms protectively, while my mother sighed.

“You never let them get to you,” she said. And I knew she was right. Why was this any different? Why should he have power over me that no one else had? Why did I even think he was talking about me? I soon got over my surge of emotion and ate my quickly-defrosting banana and we continued our day.

But why is it that something as tiny as a breathy syllable said in passing that maybe about you, or maybe not, can bowl you over? Why is it that we’re so strong one day and so vulnerable the next… without even feeling vulnerable? What happened to my emotions that day? Why did I act so strongly?

Why is this kind of shaming so strong that you feel it even when you’re not sure it’s even there?


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Just because I’m fat…

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Trigger warning: Frank discussion of eating disorders

I am sick and tired of certain things being dismissed because I’m fat. Every fat person is affected by the daily grind of fat oppression: seats too small, no clothes to buy ANYWHERE, fat bias in every person you meet, catcalls on the street. Everybody that reads Fat Acceptance blogs knows the drill by now. This is Thin Privilege Tumblr has some GREAT examples of this.

What I would like to talk about specifically is eating disorders. When people hear a fat person start talking about having an eating disorder, it is automatically assumed that the fat person means binge eating disorder, or bulimia maybe. But anorexia? No way in hell a fat person could ever struggle with eating.

It is a real barrier to recovery, not being believed in your struggles. With the kids going back to school, as well as the onset of my epilepsy, eating during the day has become a very real, very dangerous struggle for me this year.

I am 6’2″ and fluctuate between 280 and 320, with an hourglass figure and a rack of doom. I have been in and out of recovery from eating disorders for over 20 years, and it’s amazing that after so long it can still rear its ugly head. Even after three years in the Fat Acceptance world, I STILL have days, weeks even, where I would rather be empty, where it’s a struggle to put food in my mouth, even though I cook homemade food daily for my family of four.

I have been to at least two group therapies full of waifish women who laugh at me when I said that was anorexic too, telling me I wasn’t thin enough. I know, I know: one of the ways to diagnose anorexia is by weight, but what about disordered behaviors? How many days do I go without food before I qualify, because I am telling you there is no way in hell I will EVER be “thin enough” to be anorexic. And therapy for anorexics is different for BED or bulimia. So I keep muddling through, trying to recover on my own, because no “specialist” will help me out of my own private hell.

No one believes me (well, besides my family who SEES it everyday) when I tell them I have seizures because I don’t eat or drink. My epilepsy doctor just laughs at me and tells me to eat and drink then… but it’s not that simple. People don’t understand what it’s like to be a fat person who has to FIGHT yourself to eat, or how a PBJ can mean crying every bite for 15 minutes, and then trying not to purge it for 2 hours. It’s SAFER to feel empty IT may not be healthy, or even sane, but then I don’t have to struggle for 3 hours every meal.

Contrary to popular belief, bodies don’t always reveal what the actual eating habits of that person are. My youngest daughter has always, since preschool, eaten raw fruit and veg. Preferred it, even. She is also shaped like her daddy: curvy, roly-poly. She eats probably a third of the food of her slightly older sister, who is a tiny, skinny waif and eats more than me or her father. I eat like an anorexic for weeks at a time, and I stay where I am.

Just because I’m fat don’t assume it means anything other than I wear a size 28.


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Grease Ball —

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Trigger warning: Brief mention of weight loss, dieting and anorexia.

General warning: This post features Mitt Romney saying stupid shit. Yes, it’s relevant to Fierce Fatties, and yes, I will probably say uncomplimentary things about Mittens. Bear in mind, that I have also written about Michelle Obama in unflattering ways as well. However, Mitt Romney is a special animal and deserves extra special treatment, so if you hate reading liberals rant about rich guy conservatives, then this is not the post for you. This post reflects the opinions of Shannon/Atchka and not Fierce, Freethinking Fatties. Fair warning.

As a dyed-in-the-wool Democrat and an ardent supporter of President Obama, I have been giddy with perverse delight at the spectacle of Mitt Romney’s slow-motion train wreck of a campaign.

Personally, I think Mitt Romney is an empty suit. I couldn’t agree more with JSmooth, who describes Romney as a Zelig-like candidate in this excellent video (for the life of me, I cannot find who originally shared this with me, but thank you again) on why a Romney presidency should scare the crap out of you, despite his milquetoast demeanor.

I couldn’t agree more. I think Mitt Romney will say and do anything to appeal to the broadest swath of his current target audience, even if it doesn’t correspond with previous comments he has made with previous audiences.

Add to this the fact the extreme stances he has taken both during the primary (in order to appeal to a skeptical base) and on his own terms with regards to immigrants, the GLBTQ community, the military, women, the elderly and just about any group that isn’t comprised of rich, white males, and I already find the guy utterly insufferable.

And as if I didn’t need any more convincing that Mitt Romney is a shallow, callow, selfish douchebag, I just heard a rather unimportant, yet telling, interview with him that makes me want to swap out his bottle of conditioner with a bottle of Nair.

Recently, Mitt and Ann Romney took part in a pre-recorded interview with Kelly Ripa and Michael Strahan on Live with Kelly and Michael. As Rachel Maddow pointed out two days ago, September 19, pre-recorded interviews are often softball interviews by necessity, since discussing timely issues (i.e., how 47% of the population are moochers) becomes impossible.

Eager to publish something unrelated to Mitt’s steady stream of unforced errors, Fox News published the most important question that Ripa and Strahan asked the presidential candidate: “Does Mitt Romney prefer Snooki, or Honey Boo Boo?”

For those blissful few who assume they must be talking about some new children’s cartoon, Snooki is the former star of the recently-canceled reality show Jersey Shore, a paean to self-absorption and ignorance. Snooki is also famous for her “weight battle” (aka weight cycling), and is frequently mocked for her weight, which has fluctuated between 90 and 110 pounds. Because she’s only 4’9″, the fluctuations are frequently commented on in our tabloid culture.

As a result, her loss and regain have been featured regularly in supermarket aisles, like the time she became the spokesperson for Dr. Siegal’s cookie diet in 2010 and Zantrex in 2012. Based on the timeline, Snooki was using Zantrex, a 320 mg caffeine weight loss supplement, when pictures of her weight loss spread just after Christmas 2011. On March 7, Snooki announced she was pregnant and had been for 15 weeks, which puts her conception around November 23. And in a March 25th tabloid story, Snooki was supposedly still dieting while pregnant. Whether it’s true or not is another story. But she was still using Zantrex throughout the first trimester.

Some experts claim that “moderate” amounts of caffeine (between 150 and 300 mg) will not harm the baby, but the March of Dimes recommends less than 200 mg per day. But taking a pill with 320 mg of caffeine simple starts your baseline consumption above the recommended levels so that any additional caffeine consumption may pose an even greater risk.

But even setting aside the health risks of taking diet supplements during pregnancy, Snooki has a history of eating disorders, telling OK! magazine in 2010 that her anorexia led to an unhealthy weight of 80 pounds in high school.

And yet, Snooki’s struggle to maintain a thin body has become a significant part of her public profile. When she’s thin, she gets lots of good press and magazine covers, and when she’s fat she gets mocked and humiliated in those same magazines. To be sure, she’s a willing participant in that exploitation, having made quite a bit of money from those endorsements. But hopefully with the cancellation of her reality show, she will begin fading away.

Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, on the other hand, is a reality show that is just taking off. Originally featured on the child beauty pageant reality show Toddlers & Tiaras, seven-year-old Alana “Honey Boo Boo” Thompson and her family scored their own reality show for their tender and insightful glimpse into the lives of ordinary Americans who struggle nobly to provide a safe and nurturing environment for their children.

Just kidding!

From the one clip I saw, which featured the Honey Boo Boo clan dumpster diving, it’s a voyeuristic opportunity to mock fat, stupid rednecks.

I don’t know much about the show except that the internet ‘sploded with fat jokes when this show launched. And as I learned from Wikipedia, the series also features the weight loss attempts of Alana’s 15-year-old sister, Jessica “Chubbs” Shannon.

With these rudimentary facts about Snooki and Honey Boo Boo in mind, Mitt Romney had to answer the question of which reality show disaster he preferred. You can watch his answer below:

I’m kind of a Snooki fan. Look how tiny she’s gotten! She’s lost weight. She’s energetic. Just her spark plug personality is kind of fun.

It’s a ridiculous question to begin with, but ridiculous questions take attention off the serious questions Mitt doesn’t want to answer. But even so, Mitt’s answer makes me feel even more disgusted with him as a person.

When asked to pick which disturbingly popular reality star he prefers, the first answer out of his mouth is “The skinny one!”

Given Snooki’s repeated weight loss attempts, her eating disorder, her potential dieting-while-pregnant, Mitt’s superficial answer seems even more disturbing.

Then again, even presidential candidates are swimming in this toxic culture that teaches weight loss surpasses anything else as our guiding health ambition.


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Weight Stigma Affects Every Aspect of Life

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As I was performing my morning ritual to wake up today (namely, read all the posts that have come across my Facebook feed since I went offline last night), I found this:

Turn a plain boot into a sexy furry boot….so perfect for the upcoming winter season! Would love to feel comfortable enough to wear something like this, well, and thin enough ;P Anyways….this is just fur added to a sock! Here’s the tut http://www.outsapop.com/2010/12/bigfoot.html#.UGElYlG_T_c

The tutorial is to what looks like a nice furred-top high-heeled boot. It actually looks easy to make, and if I had ankle high boots like that I’d definitely do that tutorial for a new look.

What got to me, though, was the phrase “and thin enough.” What does how fat or skinny one is have to do with boots? Oh, wait, I forgot. One can’t be “sexy” and be “not skinny.”

Now, I don’t know who wrote that specific status update.  The update is from an art studio that has a few people who work there.  They are all nice people.  But this update shows just how pervasive weight stigma is.

In the news this week, just in time for Weight Stigma Awareness Week, there have been articles on how “Lady Gaga has gained so much weight!” Photos, supposedly of Lady Gaga have come out, showing “huge” thighs as the basis for the tongue wagging. Other photos, untouched originals, have come out showing that, no, her thighs aren’t “huge.” Finally, to answer the charges, Lady Gaga had pictures of herself taken in just bra and panties.

Guess what?  Those pictures that she posted on her site, LittleMonsters.com*, in a thread called Body Revolution, show a “normal sized” body.  NORMAL sized. And yet, Lady Gaga felt that she not only had to answer the lies by posting pictures of herself (half -naked, as the Jezebel headlines proclaim), but also opening up about having bulimia and anorexia.

This is the insidious nature of weight stigma. It makes us question, and have to defend, every little pound we may or may not have. Want to wear that great crafty idea to turn your three-year-old ankle boot into something more trendy? Are you *skinny* enough to do so? Are a performer who’s overcome (and still overcoming, if words she said at the beginning of the year are any indication) bulimia and anorexia?  What do you mean you are upset somebody took an image of you, distorted it, and told lies about your body?

We should be able to just say, “I like that look in shoes, and I’m going to wear it.” Weight should never be an issue. Lady Gaga should be able to keep on putting out songs that people buy by the millions. Weight should never be an issue.

And yet it is.

Earlier in the spring, Conall bought me a 21 speed bicycle for Mother’s Day. A lot has happened during the summer, including record high heat for weeks and how I had smoke inhalation from living near the wildfires in Colorado. Both issues have kept me from riding the bike. Now I’ve recovered, and we don’t have the record high temperatures any more.

And yet, every time I think about riding my bike, all I can think of is the cat calls I’ll get. I think of the times, in the past, when I’ve received abuse for being fat and exercising in public, even when I was just “exercising” because a bike was my only form of transportation.

Weight stigma informs my day-to-day life more than it should. While I don’t care if I’m skinny enough to wear a certain type of boot, I do care if I’m perceived as too fat to go out and ride the bike I was so excited to have.

Like I said, it’s insidious. But the more we talk about weight stigma, and the big and little effects it has on our lives, the more we can break its hold on us as a society.

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White Rabbit —

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Guys, I think I rushed to judgement.

Last night, we were at the store and while the girls were playing in the toy aisle, I checked the comments and, lo and behold, Dr. Dickhole Katz responded:

Folks- the veil of cyberspace invites rudeness that most decent people would never perpetrate face to face. You might consider that people at whom you choose to hurl insults are real people, whether or not you can see them when you press ‘post.’ I’ll let that go, but simply note that if you make enemies of your friends, you wind up with fewer friends:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-katz-md/obesity-of-blame-and-sham_b_834937.html

All best,
DK

I didn’t have time to read the post, but the idea that Dr. Katz would lecture us on insulting “real people,” struck me as incredibly hilarious. I mean, this is the guy who tried to talk us out of our “knee-jerk opposition” to a proposal that states should take custody of fat kids.

If you haven’t read my post on Dr. Katz’s iron-fisted response to fat ladies on a plane, you really should. Once you do, you’ll better appreciate my response to Dr. Katz (mind the typos):

Dr. Katz,
You lost any claims to civility when you began using (and reusing) your airplane anecdote to compare two complete strangers who are [ate] cheesepuffs in front of a child to a parent who would give their kids drugs or alcohol. You have repeatedly wrote articles that stereotype and degrade fat people as if the underlying health problem is the size of our asses and not the behaviors that day [fat] and thin people alike engage in. In short, you have enthusiastically and unapologetically waged a war on fat people in an over-simplified attempt to discourage bad behavior. You don’t reduce smoking rates by insulting people with yellow teeth, and you don’t reduce the rates of insulin resistance by insulting fatties. So I’m not too concerned about which friends of yours I might lose because you have never been a friend to people like me.

Peace,
Shannon

And ya know? It felt really good to let it out because it’s not every day that an anti-obesity crusader offers himself up as some kind of peace offering with such obtuse irony.

I mean, Dr. Katz comes here crying foul after having the audacity to turn a brief encounter with two fat women into the Anecdote of Doom, portending generations of exponentially fatter Americans who running proverbial family meth labs out of their kitchens. And I just happened to see the Anecdote of Doom in one, two separate articles written a year apart for Huffington Post.  How many times do you think Dr. Katz has used the Anecdote of Doom in conversation? In lectures? In awkward moments like when you’re getting a haircut and you don’t know what to say to the lady?

The whole thing galled me and I had a knee-jerk reaction to his comment, but was I wrong to lash out? I hadn’t even clicked the link he sent, which clearly had some special meaning in his moment of sorrow.

I mean, how can we be friends when we’re too busy hurling on real people behind the cyberspace veil? I don’t know. Being a curmudgeonly misanthrope, I’ve never been all that concerned as to whether I might be making enemies of my friends or friends of my enemies or love out of nothing at all.

So, I clicked the link and I was genuinely surprised by what I found. It seems that Dr. Katz has done some serious self-reflection and revision.

You see, something happened to Dr. Katz, which affected the way he sees fat people. He got to know one.

I saw a patient in my clinic last week who came to me for … never mind. I am now her doctor; she is now my patient. What happens between us is private and privileged, and none of your business.

Notice how he almost told us his patient’s health problems, but demurred at the last minute? What a stand-up guy. For a minute he was all like, “Fuck HIPAA!” then he took a step back, reflected and decided that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to share personal, medical information on The Huffington Post. He could have just omitted the ellipsis, but he walks us through his thought process in real time, sharing that he very nearly told us about her spastic colon, but reconsidered. Now that’s integrity.

But in one regard, this patient was a prototype of countless others, and that can, and perhaps should, be everybody’s business. She was heavy. She was very, very heavy.

Very, very, very, very, very heavy.

Like “she got on a talking scale and it said ‘one at a time please’” heavy.

But her health is nobody’s business, except for everybody. Because she’s really, very, quite heavy.

She, of course, knew she was heavy. She also knew that I knew she was heavy. And she knew that I knew that she knew that she was heavy.

And she knew that I knew that she knew that I’m kind of an ass.

She had, in fact, been heavy her whole life. Dealing with it was the struggle that defined her life, and the merits or demerits of any given day. But this patient’s weight is not the point of our story.

Hear that, guys? Even though he spends the first four paragraphs talking about how very fat she is, her fatness is irrelevant to the story.

This woman came to see me seeking attention for some new medical concerns that had cropped up in her life. I quickly ascertained that seeing a doctor was quite a novelty for her. She avoided us … like the plague.

That’s pretty ironic since fat people are the ones who are treated like plague victims. But that’s not the only irony, Dr. Katz assures us.

How ironic, that expression, for professionals bequeathed the proud legacy of predecessors who risked their own lives to treat such antique scourges as plague!

Ah yes, who can forget those noble plague doctors who roamed the countryside in Spy vs. Spy masks attempting to “cure” those who suffered from Black Death. Of course, the plague wiped out a vast majority of university-trained physicians and the gap was filled by medieval Barbers who often prescribed bloodletting. This was also the age ruled by theories of miasmatic air and vile humours. Of course, the plague physicians did stumble upon an actual solution to the plague, entirely by accident. Miasma theory said that “bad air” was to blame for the plague and that by cleaning up the sanitary conditions of the towns, the bad air would disappear and the plague would be cured. While the theory was ridiculous, the actions taken helped improve the health of the town by removing the filth that attracted the rats who carried the fleas that spread the Plague. This was almost a lucky happenstance, though, as other barbers practiced absurd cures, like shaving a chicken’s butt and strapping it to the afflicted area to soak up the “badness.” Others made potions from arsenic, mercury or “unicorn horns.”

So, it’s an interesting comparison, to say the least. One group of physicians practice ridiculous, unproven, and out-dated medical theories and the others wear bird masks.

She avoided our kind like the plague because we had been that virulent in her life. Across an expanse of medical encounters for an array of reasons across a span of years, a whole battalion of us had abused her. We had treated her not as a patient, but as a fat patient.

This part is seriously true. We know that weight bias is rampant among medical professionals in general, and even obesity specialists. And a recent study found that over half of patients report receiving inappropriate comments on their weight from physicians. This is why many fat people stop going to the doctor all together. And when people don’t have a healthy relationship with a physician who respects their patient and treats them like *GASP* grownups, then they miss vital screenings that can prevent future, costly health problems. So this is one area where Dr. Katz and I agree.

She couldn’t quite bring herself to tell me the specific words of insult and injury she had encountered, again and again. She came close — she told me I wouldn’t believe the harsh words (although, alas, I’m sure I would) — then squared her shoulders and wiped incipient tears not quite escaping the brim of her lower lids. She managed in a combination of few words and silence to convey very eloquently the vile, venal, vituperative reception we had given her, again and again.

Of the entire post, this is the part that I found to be the most overwrought, Thesauraus-bound nonsense of the entire thing. At this point, I began to realize that Dr. Katz might not be as sincere as he is desperately trying to sound. This moment that so moved him, this attempt at verbalizing the abuse she had gone through, has become the emotional spine of his story. And it’s a fairly convincing story.

Whatever her reason for seeking our care, whatever her acute need — we apparently never missed an opportunity to remind her that she was fat. And we made it plain: she was to blame.

That was what was sown in my patient’s medical history. What did we reap?

Notice the “we.” He seems to include himself in his patient’s history, perhaps because he too has judged his patients? He seems to be admitting that he has made mistakes, that he has sown mistrust and now he was seeing the consequences in a patient that had been mistreated by other physicians like him.

I met a woman who should have received medical attention for a variety of remediable issues, but who had not. I met a woman who should have had cancer screening tests, but had not. I met a woman who should have had screening tests for cardiac risk, and received select immunizations — who had not.

I met a woman who had been driven from any and all benefits that modern medicine might offer her by the cold and denigrating judgment offered her by almost every modern medical practitioner she had met.

It’s an honest and real problem that has been proposed as one of the contributors to the fact that fat people have more medical issues than thin people (another is poverty, a correlate of obesity, which limits access to quality healthcare). Had I found these words anywhere else, I would be nodding my head vigorously as I read, but then comes that charming Dr. Katz touch:

In this public forum, I say to my new patient and all others like her: I am sorry. I am sorry for the sins of ignorant brutality originating in a profession that espouses to “first, do no harm.” I am saddened. I am ashamed. And I am profoundly sorry.

Wow. Dr. Katz is apologizing. I was not expecting that. He’s apologizing for mistreating patients and blaming them for their fatness and not treating them like human beings who deserve quality care, regardless of their personal choices.

To my professional counterparts who have perpetrated this abuse, I say in no uncertain terms: shame on you! Have you looked around? Have you noticed that two-thirds of American adults and a rapidly rising proportion of the global population are overweight or obese? Has it not occurred to you that something larger than the will power or motivation of an individual might be in play?

Whoa, wait a minute. Who was he apologizing for? Because it seemed like he had apologized for his own behavior, but now he’s turning the spotlight on his “professional counterparts who have perpetrated abuse.” Shame on them? What about shame on you, Dr. Katz?

Just a few months before this post, you were lecturing America on the behaviors of two fat women, who were not your patients, because they ate cheesepuffs in front of a child. You don’t say that they actually fed the cheesepuffs to the child, they simply ate them in the presence of that child. Your response was “The principle that governs our societal standards in these cases is that responsible adults defend innocent children from harm.”

So, if you have a fat, fat, very fat patient, you shouldn’t judge their behavior because there are larger issues influencing the choices people make. HOWEVER, if you have a fat, fat, very fat airline passenger, then judge away because THINK OF THE CHILDREN!

To any of you who espouses the view that this is all about personal responsibility, I invite you to consider the implications. Given the relatively recent advent of pandemic obesity, this worldview suggests that the current generation of Homo sapiens, across an array of cultural bounds is, ipso facto, fundamentally less endowed with personal responsibility than every prior generation.

If you espouse this view, I have just two words for you: prove it.

This sounds vaguely familiar. Could it be similar to something I said in my Dr. Dickhole post?

Maybe you think you can spot those families who are “poisoning” their kids with “junk” food, but I guarantee you, Katz, you’d be wrong. And even for those parents you nailed for “neglect” and could prove it in a court of law, you still have to contend with the fact that our choices in this world with regards to healthful living are significantly affected by the  social determinants of health, not to mention their own upbringing.

While I agree with his assertion that it’s ridiculous to blame the rise in obesity rates on a sudden, nationwide shift in morality, I also think it’s pretty ballsy for the Mile-High Physician to suggest that it’s those other doctors who are wagging their finger at fatties.

Dr. Katz goes on to spread the blame between fatties and the culture:

The modern environment is profoundly, rampantly, unprecedentedly obesigenic. To one degree or another, it disempowers legions of us endeavoring to lose weight, and find health. It can be overcome, but most lack the skill set to do it.

They will never get it if the health care professionals positioned to help impart it are more interested in misguided recriminations.

Now, here’s where Dr. Katz just goes off the rails. I’m curious if his patient (the one whose history he hid behind the ellipses) shared her history of weight loss attempts. Because I guaran-damn-tee that if she has been fat her entire life, then she has attempted to lose weight her entire life. Dr. Katz blames this on the “obesigenic” environment, but by doing so, he is completely ignoring the real culprit in making weight loss damn near impossible to sustain: adaptive thermogenesis.

Adaptive thermogenesis (which I explain at length in this post) is the way the body responds to caloric restriction. When you reduce your energy intake, your body has mechanisms for reduce energy expenditure to save your ass from starving to death. It’s a well-documented phenomenon that occurs both inside and outside the so-called obesigenic environments. And with each cycle of weight loss and regain, people do a little more damage to their metabolic health and often return to their baseline weight, if not regaining more.

This rather simple concept undermines Dr. Katz’s assertion that if we just fixed the environment, we could all lose weight and live in blissful health for eternity. Except, even if you fixed the environment (which would necessarily have to begin with the free market system, since the products that contribute to its obesigenic nature are wildly popular and profitable), you still haven’t fixed the underlying metabolic system that makes permanent weight loss a modern myth.

The prime directive of the medical profession is “first, do no harm.” In deriding patients for their struggle with weight, we are doing harm. In denying patients the compassion that was the hallmark of our profession long before the cutting edge of biomedical advance was quite so finely honed, we are doing harm. In driving patients away from the very services we are charged to provide them, we are doing harm — and violating our professional oath.

Just as the well-intentioned barbers attempted to save people from the plague by promoting ridiculous cures, modern physicians who pay lip service to compassion and understanding are still prescribing a ridiculous, unproven cure that ultimately harms their patients. The problem isn’t just that biased doctors are driving fat patients from their practice. It’s that biased doctors are ignoring the evidence that recommending weight loss is still a gross violation of the Hippocratic Oath.

To react to the largely unmet challenge of weight control in the modern world with judgment and blame helps no one; harms many; and redounds to our profession’s shame.

While I agree with this conclusion, it is incomplete without recognizing the insufficiency of the “cure” promoted by Dr. Katz and his colleagues. It doesn’t matter how kind you are to fatties if you’re promoting a treatment that has a dismal failure rate and long-term consequences for repeat treatments.

That alone gives me pause in identifying Dr. David Katz as “friendly” to fat people, as a trusted source for medical information on fat people. I am more willing to give that trust to a Dr. Arya Sharma or a Dr. Yoni Friedhoff, who, for all their faults and flaws, seem to get that the current paradigm isn’t working.

But Dr. Katz is even more troubling because after this attempt at a “heart-felt” mea culpa (san mea) he hasn’t even taken his own advice.

You see, the first time Dr. Katz shared the Anecdote of Doom was in this post from April 22, 2010. Just about a year later, he seems to have a change of heart when he posts his defense of fatties on March 16 2011. But you may recall that I mentioned Dr. Katz using the Anecdote of Doom in two posts a year apart… that’s because his defense of swiping fat kids from their families was published on July 14, 2011, four months after saying that we need to be more understanding and compassionate toward fat people.

Four months after saying that doctors shouldn’t judge their patients because the obesigenic environment limits the freedom of choice, Dr. Katz wrote this:

Adults are criminally liable if they give cigarettes or alcohol or illicit drugs to a child. And they are criminally liable for starving a child as well — this constitutes abuse. But our society does not view giving a child a donut or fries or soda as abusive — even if it occurs day after day. How do we sanction state intervention for a bad outcome attached to behaviors we condone every day?

He does some CYA by reiterating his stance on fault:

Don’t get me wrong; I am not maligning these women. Nor am I am suggesting their harmful behavior was even their fault. Our society has yet to provide any clear guidelines on what is, and is not, acceptable when it comes to second-hand obesity.

I mean, Dr. Katz has fat friends, how can he hate fat people? But in spite of his attempt at deflecting blame from the parents, he still advocates state intervention:

But unless we start recognizing obesity for the serious threat that it is, the fate of our children will be cause for tears. And unless we take such matters into our own hands, there is the prospect in severe cases — of the state taking our children into theirs.

In the end, I’m left wondering what Dr. Katz really believes. Does he really believe that fatties are the victims of an obesigenic environment that limits personal responsibility? Or is it a dire threat that demands drastic intervention? You can’t have it both ways. You can’t publicly shame fat people for eating cheesepuffs, then say it’s not their fault. You can’t admonish your colleagues for talking trash about fat patients when you have a column that does just that.

Dr. Katz, as a self-described “leading voice in medical media,” you are setting the tone for how physicians see their patients and, ultimately, how they treat their patients. And you are currently sending mixed messages on how to treat them. You routinely say “It’s not their fault” followed by “But they should just lose weight.” You know it’s far more complicated than that, yet you continue to promote weight loss as a viable solution.

You cannot reconcile these two beliefs. And until you find a way to square the circle, you are going to forever be known by me as Dr. Dickhole, the physician who speaks out of both sides of his big, fat mouth.


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Ides of March —

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Warning: The red and bold links are to NSFW images. Keepin’ it PG on the surface to make it readable for more people.

Last Friday, Substantia Jones brought down the wrath of Zuckerberg on her awesome Adipositivity Project because she posted this photo on Facebook. She was banned temporarily and is now back on Facebook, but their message is clear: NO DISTANT NIPPLES!

Either that or there’s some sort of flesh quota we don’t know about.  In any case, here’s Facebook’s official nudity policy.

Nudity Definition That’s some serious shit, no? They have a strict policy against sharing pornographic content and they impose limitations on the display of nudity. And now they claim they “aspire to respect” breastfeeding photos.

Clearly, this is the will of the people of Facebook. I mean, nudity has it’s place, but Facebook is not it. Pornographic content is right out, and will be removed post haste, ipso facto, quod est absurdum.

Clearly, Substantia doesn’t have a nipple to stand on. She was rightfully ousted from Facebook and should she continue to violate their strict policy against pornographic content, she will be banned PERMANENTLY.

I, for one, say Here Here! It’s about time we rounded up these deviant rapscallions and banished them all from the digital realm for eternity! There are children on the Facebook and they might see such an abundance of flesh and be led down the path of perversion and carnality. We cannot allow this for happen, and that’s why I stand with Facebook.

That’s right.

I Stand With Facebook.

(If there are any graphic designers out there, feel free to run with that concept.)

But what was it about Substantia’s photo that earned her banishment? We’ve all seen worse photos on Facebook than this overhead shot that might conceivably give one a nip-glimpse. So how do we navigate these seemingly-vague parameters.

You see, Facebook does allow a certain amount of flesh to be shown. I mean, we aren’t Pilgrims, amirite?

I mean, the Sexy Bikini Women page (2,389 likes) is acceptable, obviously. People wear swimsuits and flesh is exposed. It’s gonna happen and you can’t censor all of it, even if the pictures are really just women in their underwear.

Oh, and the Strip Clubs page (21,260 likes) is acceptable, obviously. Legal strip clubs have a right to advertise their services on Facebook. It’s gonna happen and you can’t censor all of it, even if it includes a photo of woman who, for all intents and purposes, is bare-assed and on all fours.

So I’m sure you understand why the Hot naked women page (12,693 likes). Hot, naked women have the right to show how hot and naked they are on Facebook. It’s gonna happen and you can’t censor all of it, even if the only thing standing between this and Hustler are tiny, flesh-colored, Photoshopped nipple and crotch covers.

Wait, what?!? Okay, I may have gone too far with that last one, I mean the photo in question is clearly pornographic. The only flesh you can’t see on the model are her aereolas and vulva (tee hee, tee hee).

Think of the children!

Being the good netizen I am, I immediately reported the photo as pornographic, clutching my pearls firmly.

I was shocked — SHOCKED — at the response I got.

Photo Not Removed

Not pornographic?

But… what about Substantia? And distant nipples? And flesh quotas?

Are you telling me that Facebook’s nudity policy comes down to aereola and vulva exposure? So, theoretically, if Substantia had posted her photo with flesh pasties, they’d have allowed it to remain?

There was only one way to find out. With Substantia’s permission, I submitted this version of the original photo that got her banned, but this time I’ve used the same nipple covers as the photo from the Hot naked women group. I asked friends to report the photo for nudity and one very close friend took a screen cape of the response he got 24 hours later. Not Removed

This is news, right? Facebook’s definition of nudity is the exposure of female nipples and vulva. Period. End-stop.

So long as you have tiny, flesh-colored, Photoshopped nipple and crotch covers, you can post whatever prurient material you want on Facebook. But this seemed too good to be true. I had to try again with something without distant nipples. Something closer to the Hot naked women photo in terms of the angle, at least.

Our very own Heather gave me permission to add nipple covers to this photo from her Fat Naked Art Project. On Wednesday I posted this nipple-less version to my Facebook page and then had my close friend report it immediately for nudity. Imagine my surprise when he got this response later that same day.

Not Removed2

So that clinches it. This is Facebook’s official nudity standard:

  • Nipples and vulva = Bad
  • Barely-there flesh-toned covers = Good

And although this resolves a troubling issue of inconsistency that we have seen from Facebook in the past regarding fat bodies versus thin bodies, this isn’t the end of the story.

This morning when I logged onto Facebook, I learned that I had received a 24-hour ban from Facebook. “Oh great,” I thought. “They changed their mind and are now punishing me for posting nude-ish photos.”

Nope, wasn’t that. I was being banned for a comment I made on February 21 in response to someone on the fan page of Emily Yoffe (aka Dear Prudence). You may recall that I wrote this scathing critique of Yoffe’s horrible advice column/video that mocked a fat child after a parent claimed she eats 20-piece McNugget meals every day because she’s a terrible, terrible piggy.

When Yoffe announced on her Facebook page that they were removing the video (even though it’s still there now), I responded with a link to my post. In response to that link, one of Yoffe’s fans wrote this comment.

Complaint

Not one to take an insult lying down, I responded to this woman with the comment that got me banned three weeks later.

Weird Coincidence

Now, I do have a tendency toward paranoia, so forgive me if this is a stretch, but I find it odd that I was banned for a comment I made three weeks ago less than 24 hours after my second attempt to test Facebook’s nudity policy. Was Facebook sending me a personal message?

I probably wouldn’t be drawing such nefarious conclusions if this wasn’t my second experience with Facebook’s ban hammer after being critical of their policies. I had a run-in with Facebook in 2010 (which was covered by Jezebel on July 9, 2010) over fat-hating groups with horrible names like “beautiful girls, all over the world, except you. fat bitch” (215,000 likes).

At the time, a Facebook representative told me that they censored hate speech against “protected groups of people,” which technically did not include sexual orientation, except in some states.

On July 12, I posted proof that Facebook censored homophobic hate speech, which seemed to contradict the response I got. In fact, they responded to a complaint I made by deleting a gay-bashing page with zero fans after just 16 days of existence. The “fat bitch” page is still on Facebook, though not active.

Facebook has since changed it’s Community Standards on hate speech:

While we encourage you to challenge ideas, institutions, events, and practices, we do not permit individuals or groups to attack others based on their race, ethnicity, national origin, religion, sex, gender, sexual orientation, disability or medical condition.

Then on July 16, I posted my correspondence with a Facebook rep about why fat bashing groups were allowed to remain:

We take our Statement of Rights and Responsibilities very seriously and react quickly to reports of inappropriate content and behavior.  Specifically, we’re sensitive to content that includes pornography, harassment of specific private individuals, direct statements of hate against protected groups of people, and threats of violence.  The goal of these policies is to strike a very delicate balance between giving people the freedom to express their opinions and viewpoints – even those that may be controversial to some – and maintaining a safe and trusted environment.

After some research, I decided to point out an obvious problem with this policy:

I’m also curious why FB has not taken any action to remove misogynistic groups and pages from it’s website. I’ve done a simple search for the following terms and turned up an incredible number of groups that are dedicated to hatred toward women:

  • Stupid Bitch: 349
  • Dumb Bitch: 263
  • Fat Bitch: 345
  • Cunt: 500

Likewise, doing a search for the term “rape” yields a disturbing amount of “rape humor” pages. One group, “It isn’t r.a.p.e…. It’s SURPRISE SEX. (:” has 42,519 members.

If FB is committed to providing a “safe and trusted environment” why wouldn’t your organization be more proactive in preventing these kinds of hateful groups from spreading? Are women included in your “protected groups of people”?

I would appreciate clarification of your statement in light of these issues, please.

I never heard back from Facebook on that issue and at the time, the rape joke pages remained. Today, it seems Facebook does censor rape joke pages, but at the time they did nothing about that group and were staunchly resistant to change. I was a thorn in their side, pointing out the inconsistency of their policies.

Imagine my surprise when on July 19, 2010, my account was banned from Facebook for posting angry, hateful comments on the “It isn’t r.a.p.e…. It’s SURPRISE SEX. (:” group. For example:

If I hadn’t had this experience with Facebook, I might not be as suspicious that a comment I made three weeks ago earned my banishment today while defending Substantia’s photo. It’s probably just a coincidence, but I have a hard time squaring the swift responses I got to the photo complains with this delayed response to a rather mild rejoinder I made back in February.

Whatever the case, I hope that this new-found clarity on what constitutes nudity on Facebook will put to rest once and for all the wanton discrimination against posting nude photos of fat bodies.


Filed under: Frank Friday, FX

Diagnosis: Fat. Prescription: Lose weight but don’t exercise!

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I get so tired of ranting about how I’m treated at the doctor’s office, or how scared I am whenever I meet a new doctor.

So, today, I’ll rant about how my husband was recently treated at the doctor’s office.

A week ago, Conall had a … well, we’re not sure. He had symptoms of a heart attack: extreme chest pain, shoulder pain, shortness of breath. I took him to the urgent care that is right across the street from our apartment. They were great, took care of him as best they could, then had him transferred to the emergency room via ambulance.

They ran all sorts of tests on him and determined that he didn’t have, and wasn’t having, a heart attack, so they released him with instructions to follow up with a primary care physician. They didn’t do anything for his pain, but that’s a different issue. The pain went away on it’s own by Saturday.

So, of course, on Sunday he decided to participate in archery for two hours. Of course.

But I digress.

On Monday, he had an appointment with a new doctor. As much as I didn’t want to have him see a new doctor for whatever this is, he needed a “you may return to work” note, and he hasn’t been to a doctor for three years. This was a doctor that was a “preferred provider” from our insurance. Maybe that should have warned me. She was able to get him in fast though, and so I made the appointment.

When we arrived at the office, we weren’t in the waiting room five minutes when we were called into the office. We didn’t even have a chance to finish all the paperwork. The nurse came into the examination room and asked all the usual questions, including questions like “how active are you?”

Now, I’ve written previously about the “health initiative” his work is engaged in. We know for a fact that Conall walks 35 miles a week because he wears a pedometer, and some weeks he walks even more than that. That’s only the walking part of his job. He also does a lot of lifting, pulling and pushing heavy items, bending, stretching, and so on. In fact, he has a very active job.

Besides that, he is active in his hobbies. I mentioned the archery he did on Sunday because he wasn’t hurting any longer. He shoots both cross bow and long bow (the cross bow has a 75 pound pull, which means it takes 75 pounds to pull the string to full extension, cock the bow and put the arrow in; the long bow has a 35 pound pull). For about two and a half hours, he shot arrows on a range that had staggered targets from twenty yards to forty yards. After he shot six arrows, he’d walk down to the target to retrieve them and do it again.

He also fences regularly. Every Thursday night that he’s not working, he fences for three or more hours.

So, he’s very active.

Oh, did I mention he’s fat? Y’all kind of guessed that, right?

Up until last year, he was only” overweight (at a BMI of 29). But then, he broke his knee at work near the beginning of the year, and our karate dojo imploded. The lack of activity for three months from not being allowed to work or doing any of his hobbies, as well as not being able to get back into karate since then has meant he has really packed on the pounds — all 20 of them.

Those 20 pounds were enough to bring his BMI up three points and put him into “OMG YOU’RE GOING TO DIE TOMORROW!” range.

The doctor came in and, right off the bat, told him that he was “obese,” and needed to lose weight, first and foremost. If he didn’t, dire things would happen, like more events that put him into the ER last Thursday. Then she started talking about the tests that were done on him at the urgent care and hospital. Everything looked okay, except his blood sugar — but she wasn’t too concerned about that, because he had an IV in, and that could cause a false high reading.

His “high reading”? 109 for a NON-fasting test. He’d had milk, a protein shake, and some raisin bran in the four hours preceding the test. According to ABC News, the normal range for a non-fasting blood sugar test is between 100 and 130. But this doctor wasn’t too concerned about how “high” his result was because having an IV is known to mess with the values.

The only reason I didn’t say anything to her was because we needed that all-important piece of paper saying he could go back to work.

And Conall, even though he has read the studies about losing weight, heard my commentary on the UCLA meta-analysis of diets (and how they don’t work for anybody), and even sent me links to studies that were either completely ludicrous (study shows you can catch obesity from your fat friends!) or showed how the obesity epipanic is so overblown …

Even after all that, he told the doctor, “Yes. You’re right and I’ll work harder to lose weight.”

Up until then, losing weight had NEVER been a priority for him. He knew he was healthy because of normal blood pressure, normal readings on all tests (granted, that was three years ago), not eating much fast food or restaurant food, and living a very active life. But now, because this doctor told him to lose weight, it became a priority.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her off. When we got out of the office, I went off about her. She either didn’t read the notes the nurse took about how active his life was, or she took one look at him (and even though he’s tall, big boned, and has a LOT of muscle, he also has some fat on him) and decided he was lying. Either way, she made a decision about his health — that he was in her office after a very terrifying and painful episode that we still don’t know the cause of — because he is fat.

At the end of the visit, she gave him a paper that stated his next steps (as well as the work release). The paper told him that because a heart incident hasn’t been completely ruled out, he needs to not exercise or do anything strenuous until after he gets a stress test. The very next bullet point pointed out that he has a BMI of 32 and therefore needs to change his eating habits, increase his exercise, and lose weight.

Did I mention she never asked what his eating habits are?

This is the first time Conall’s been diagnosed “fat.” Because of his height and muscles, and because his BMI has never officially been “OMG YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!” he’s been able to bypass that part of an examination. At the most, a doctor would tell him, “You might want to think about losing weight at some point, or at least not gaining any more.” But he was never told “if you don’t lose weight you will die.”

It took him a day and a half before common sense kicked in. Until he realized that she just treated him like I’ve usually been treated. Until he realized that he was allowing her to do the same things to him that he’s seen me do to myself after doctor’s visits (before I found Size Acceptance/Fat Acceptance and Health at Every Size®). I also helped by making fun of all the stupid things she said (the “high” blood sugar level, the “don’t exercise, but eat better and increase activity so you lose weight”). At one point, I also said, “If you are going to die tomorrow because your BMI is 32, then at BMI 44 (close enough, I’ve not been weighed in forever but all my clothes fit the same) I should have died yesterday! Oh, wait! I probably am already dead, my body just hasn’t figured out it’s supposed to lay down yet!”

And he agrees with me. We’re only staying with this doctor until the results of the stress test come back. Once that happens — whatever the results are of it — we will be finding a new doctor for him who won’t fat shame him, who won’t diagnose him as fat and tell him all his issues will be fixed if he just eats better and exercises more so he’ll lose weight.


Filed under: DT, DW, EX, FH, Frank Friday, WL

Facebook, how I loath you sometimes

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Trigger warning: Discusses weight lossC*R*A*P

A few days ago, I came across a graphic in my timeline.  The attached comment said, “You will be shocked how the weight will fall off you, if you eliminate CRAP!”

Um.

Here’s the thing, besides being elitist as anything (because not everybody has the time or energy to cook everything from scratch, which is what this graphic is saying), it also doesn’t work for everybody.

This is just like saying there’s no such thing as a fat vegetarian. It’s simply not true.

Now, I am one to suggest to people (when they ask) to avoid as much processed and artificial foods as they can.  Then again, as a stay-at-home wife with no kids, I have the luxury of making the homemade foods that require more than five minutes to nuke. What’s more, I love making food.  The more difficult it is to make, the more fussy it is to get right, the more I love the challenge of it. The only reason I haven’t tried a souffle yet is because I’m doing research on how high altitude affects the rise in a souffle.

But back to the graphic — or rather, to the attached comment.

Eating “good food” (as a person can) should be it’s own reward.  Having something that tastes good and is healthy (as we currently understand healthy, because that descriptor seems to change all the time) is something that should be a no-brainer.

But besides that, the comment is saying that it’s the fat person’s “fault” we are fat.  The comment is saying, “You’re lazy because you only want to have highly-processed food (which is fast to cook). You’re lazy because after working and commuting 10 hours a day, picking up your children from their after-school activities (or maybe just after-school daycare), you still need to do laundry, help the children with their homework, AND you can’t seem to figure out how to make a homemade meal using all-natural ingredients (and clean the kitchen) and get the kids bathed and in bed before 9?  Whatsa-matta-u?  And you have no willpower because you drink all these high-calorie carbonated beverages and eat all these foods with refined sugars in them!  No wonder you are so fat!  If you just cut all that out, you’ll lose weight without even trying!”

It’s like the calories in/calories out myth. When brought to the light of scrutiny, it just doesn’t hold water. And it can be shown to be extremely shaming and blaming. Even if weight loss actually had any real impact on health (instead of aesthetics), shaming a person never worked to do anything other than make the person being shamed feel terrible.


Filed under: DT, FH, Frank Friday, WL

Yet another chance for activism — Too fat for a PhD

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Ah yes, the elitist asshats who seem to think that fat = gluttony. Don’t believe the hype, buddy, don’t believe the hype. This time we have the ivory tower type of dickweed, Mr. Geoffrey Miller, a tenured professor at the University of New Mexico and who is teaching at New York University’s Stern School of Business.

On June 2, he tweeted the following:

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It was quickly deleted, but the damage was done nonetheless. People online, especially social media activists, were calling for his job within hours.


Accused of fat-shaming, Miller has since backtracked on his statement multiple times and ways.  First he was sorry, then he didn’t mean it THAT way. Finally, reportedly claims the tweet was part of a social research project he was doing.

“My sincere apologies to all for that idiotic, impulsive, and badly judged tweet. It does not reflect my true views, values, or standards,” Miller wrote on Twitter, according to The Atlantic. “Obviously my previous tweet does not represent the selection policies of any university, or my own selection criteria.”

According to the New York Observer, Miller will keep his job teaching at NYU, but his future at UNM is less certain.

“We are deeply concerned about the impact of the statement, which in no way reflects the policies or admission standards of UNM,” UNM said in an official statement issued on Monday. “We are investigating every aspect of this incident and will take appropriate action.”

There are two things we as activists and all around radical educated fatties can do to help.

Lonie McMichael - PhD -Texas Tech University

Lonie McMichael
PhD, Texas Tech University

The first is an email campaign. Virgie Tovar brought it to my attention over at Facebook. It began as a phone-in campaign to UNM. She did so before I could get to it and let us all know of her semi-failure. She posted, “Called UNM to lodge complaint. It seemed they were not surprised! Receptionist recommended emailing chair: janellen@unm.edu.” That is the chairperson of his department. I’m sure a few thousand emails her way will at the very least make having him be an employee a hassle.

This is Cat Pausé, at her PhD graduation. She finished her PhD at Texas Tech University in December 2007. She worked under Dr. Gwendolyn T. Sorell in the Human Development & Family Studies program. Her dissertation explored weight identity in fat women.

Cat Pausé
PhD, Texas Tech University

The second bit of activism you can do works only if you are a PhD.  If you are, do us a favor. Take out that picture of your diploma, of you graduating, and publish it on Fuck Yeah Fat PhDs! That way we can PROVE to Miller, and every other elitist ivory tower asshat, that we’re fat, we’re smart, and we DO exist.


Filed under: DW, Frank Friday

Queen-Sized Hole —

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Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss surgery.

Beauty pageants are wrought with problems. The whole idea that we line up a bunch of women and make them compete for the title of “Most Beautiful” is pretty fucked up. On top of that, the Miss America contest has been a bellweather for shifting beauty ideals over the decades, as the winners became taller and their weights dropped around 12% since the mid-1900s. Some recent contestants have even been in the underweight BMI range  (PDF).

Thanks to Fat Acceptance, a fat pageant backlash has risen in the past decade in response to the arbitrary thin beauty standard. Ranking fat women in order of beauty was supposed to give fat women hope that they, too, could be seen as beautiful and desirable.

Whether someone chooses to seek self-acceptance through beauty pageants is completely up to them, as bodily autonomy is one of the central tenets of Fat Acceptance. But a recent short-film documentary has given us a glimpse inside fat beauty pageants and it should give women pause before staking their self-confidence on a sash and crown.

“There She Is” follows the story of two fat friends, Allison Kopach and Jenny Flores, as they compete in the Miss American Beauties Plus Pageant.

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Allison (L) and Jenny reunite on their way to the pageant.

Directed by Veena Rao and Emily Sheskin, this documentary has the best of intentions, as seen in this Directors’ Statement, but the final product has some troubling aspects to it. First, Allison explains why she participates in pageants:

I think it’s important to have a pageant for plus-sized women because you try so hard to portray yourself as a positive role model, you try to portray yourself as being very confident in yourself and you’re comfortable in your own skin, where most of the time we’re not.

It’s quite foreboding to watch women with self-esteem issues turn to pageantry to fill the gaps in self-worth that have been eroded by an image-obsessed culture. Whatever confidence can be acquired from participation in a beauty contest is just a house built on sand. Yeah, I would imagine it feels great to be praised on stage while rocking your flawless makeup and gorgeous gown, but that momentary high may only last until your feet are back on the ground and some anonymous asshole calls you a fat slob.

That’s not to say that wearing makeup and gorgeous clothes is bad in and of itself. It’s not. Self-expression through fashion and makeup is completely normal and acceptable. But if your style and beauty are the only things standing between you and self-loathing, they can be a precarious crutch to rely on.

I’m also not saying that confident people aren’t hurt by the hateful words of strangers. They absolutely can be. But what distinguishes real confidence from the kind of facade confidence bestowed by a pageant is that real confidence helps you spring back from those comments sooner. Yeah, it may sting, but you can say “FUCK THAT NOISE!” with renewed strength, knowing that the opinions of assholes are meaningless. If your confidence is superficial and dependent on positive comments that counteract the negative, then the white noise of public opinion can drag you into despair.

For example, when we see Jenny on the catwalk, we hear her say, “I have had opportunities for people to tell me, ‘Oh, you’re so pretty, if you’d just lose a little weight you’d be so much better. It would be so much more enhancing. You could do so much more with yourself.’ And it really tore me down at times. But at this point in my life, I know that no matter what they say, I’m happy in my own skin.”

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Click to see animated screencaps from the competition.

Jenny then goes on to explain how her weight has impacted her love life:

Being plus-sized, I haven’t had a lot of opportunities to date, but I dated Peter for approximately four or five years. He’s told me that I’m too tall and too fat to ever consider marriage, ever be any more than friends. His mom’s not a huge fan of me and those are words I could totally hear coming out of her mouth. “Well, you can’t marry her, she’s a big girl. You can’t marry a big girl.” And I’m sure that pressure was put on him, but he’s someone I trusted so much that it hurt me so deeply that I don’t want to go back there.

This is a devastating fact of life that Jenny has to cope with, while at the same time fighting for confidence in herself. She hasn’t dated much and the assumption we draw is that it’s because she’s fat. One of the few people she has dated, Peter, has told her that he would never marry her because she’s too tall and too fat. It would seem that this pageant is her way of shoring up confidence in the face of such brutal rejection. But there’s still hope that, as she said, “no matter what they say, I’m happy in my own skin.”

Sadly, by the end of the documentary, we see just how fragile her confidence really is.

SPOILER ALERT!

By sheer coincidence, Allison wins the Miss American Beauties Plus Pageant and is crowned the “Elite Queen,” while Jenny is the runner-up. If participating in pageants is a viable solution for regaining self-confidence, then taking second place in a beauty pageant seems to be the ultimate vindication that you are beautiful and wonderful just the way you are.

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Allison and Jenny pose for pictures as crowned Elite Queens.

But one year later, when Allison and Jenny return to the next year’s pageant to present their crowns to the next winners, Jenny has undergone a radical transformation.

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Jenny after Lap-Band surgery.

We’re informed that between the two pageants, Jenny has gotten weight loss surgery and we’re told that she has lost 52 pounds from her original 292 pound body.

Jenny tries to explain that she got the surgery for her health, not her looks. “I think that if you asked any plus-sized woman if she wanted to be healthy and a side effect would be getting skinny, any girl would be like ‘Count me in!’ but when I made the decision it had no impact.”

Clearly, Jenny agrees with the public consensus on weight (fat=unhealthy : thin=healthy), which is fine because there’s no expectation set in this documentary that Jenny is aware of Health at Every Size® or the idea that behavior, not weight, determines health. Like most fat people, Jenny accepts the common wisdom that when diets have failed her in the past it was due to her personal failure and so a “permanent” diet (in this case, the Lap-Band) is the key to health. This is why it’s so easy for her to claim that she chose the Lap-Band for her health only, and that losing weight was just the sugar-free icing on the fat-free cake.

As I thoroughly outlined in my post on Chris Christie’s Lap-Band, the Lap-Band is hardly a healthy procedure, even though bariatric surgeons will tout the metabolic benefits as though its definitive proof of the solution that Bad Fatties have been looking for. But setting aside the objective health problems of the Lap-Band, Jenny continues to explain her decision in such a way that she admits health was not the sole deciding factor:

After making the decision about having the Lap-Band surgery, I confided in my best friend Peter, who, at the time, we were just friends, and he was very supportive. Peter had said some hurtful things to me in the past, but I love him and we are engaged just recently. It’s been a week and two days. His family is actually really supportive and I’m really looking forward to having a future with him.

With this admission, we now see that when Jenny places much importance on the support Peter, who previously told her she was too fat to marry. What influence did Peter’s opinion have on her decision to clamp an unreliable medical device on her healthy stomach? Would she have made the same decision if she were aware of HAES? Would she have made the same decision if she were truly “happy in my own skin”? Or was the confidence expressed during the first beauty pageant simply a facade propped up by the prospect of being named an Elite Queen?

Again, bodily autonomy is central and if Jenny wants to participate in beauty pageants and get a Lap-Band, that’s her choice to make. But by examining her choices, and her own words, we glimpse the underlying motivations that prompt her to make certain choices.

It seems that Jenny’s confidence suffers because she had a hard time finding love and the one man who said he loved her (and his family) also told her that she was too fat to love forever. Not wanting to surrender to their hurtful words, she participates in pageants to gain validation that she is beautiful the way she is, and she asserts comfort in her own skin, as though saying it makes it real. But after the pageant, her confidence wanes and she decides to get weight loss surgery. She confides in the one man who has shown her love and he supports her decision, and as a result of her surgically-altered body he is finally willing to marry her.

Now, her confidence is soaring once more from the validation of love. But like the validation of a pageant, it’s a facade. This new confidence is not bolstered by the pageant judges, but by her fiance, Peter, whose love seems to hinge on her weight. But what happens if the Lap-Band fails, as it has for countless people, and Jenny regains the weight? Will Peter stick with her through thick and thin, or will he begin to say hurtful things once more? If the Lap-Band fails, what happens to Jenny’s confidence?

I don’t say any of this to degrade Jenny. I’m genuinely concerned that she may be setting herself up for a great disappointment when the Lap-Band isn’t the magic bullet she was no doubt promised. And if it fails, the blame she will no doubt place the blame squarely on her own shoulders, despite the fact that even Allergan admits it’s a crap product.

Facade confidence is false confidence, and no beauty pageant or medical device can replace the long, hard work it takes to truly love your body, regardless of whether it’s “beautiful” or not. My hope is that “There She Is” will get people talking about how democratizing beauty pageants or reorienting beauty ideals will never be an adequate substitute for the kind of inner confidence that withstands rejection and hatred. My fear is that “There She Is” will perpetuate the message that the best way to shore up your confidence is by being “pretty” and finding love by whatever means necessary.

As Allison says toward the end, “Learning to love yourself is a hard, hard thing because it’s a hard world out there.” This simple truth explains Jenny’s desperation, but it also points the listener away from the pageant and toward a deeper examination of self.


Filed under: DT, FH, Frank Friday, WL, WLS

Dog Pile

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Each week here at FFF, we try to discuss things in the news, but sometimes we just don’t have the time, sanity points, or will to discuss things. So let’s let the Dogs of News sniff interesting,  infuriating, and entertaining things from around the web. These might prompt future posts, but feel free to let out your opinions about anything here in the comment section.

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  • Self-depreciating “fat talk” isn’t appreciated by anyone, but people (read: women) feel compelled to do it anyway. In a study about body size and positive or negative self-comments, “The most likable woman chosen by the students was overweight and quoted as saying: ‘I know I’m not perfect, but I love the way I look. I know how to work with what I’ve got, and that’s all that matters.’ The results were heartening, Dr. Corning said, a glimmer that nearly two decades of positive body-image campaigns may be taking hold.”
  • I read a lot about people in our community who suffer from anxiety and/or post-traumatic stress disorder, so here is some good news. A new study shows that mindful stretching and meditation are beneficial to reducing the prevalence of both. There are also several apps that you can download for your smartphones or tablets to help relieve or reduce symptoms.
  • Obesity fears are starting younger and younger, and now there are articles about how to “avooid having an obese baby.” Fuck you, just screw the hell off and die bastards.
  • Most junk food will be gone from cafeterias and vending machines in US schools by the end of the year thanks to new rules the USDA have passed, and lots of people are happy about this. While I think that children should have access to healthy foods, I am nervous that this will have bad consequences for fat children, namely increased bullying from both peers and “well-meaning” adults.
  • When life takes a crap on you, you are up to your neck in trolls, are doubting your very existence, or you just run out of steam at the end of the day, try self-affirmations. No, really! “Results showed that self-affirmation improved problem-solving performance in underperforming chronically stressed individuals. This research suggests a novel means for boosting problem-solving under stress and may have important implications for understanding how self-affirmation boosts academic achievement in school settings.
  • REMINDER: The new weight loss drugs Belviq and Qysmia are VERY BAD for you. Even those in the making-money-off-fat-people “profession” are warning against them.
  • Gallup feels like the US is fatter this year than the previous two years. Does it matter that it is only a 0.9% increase from last year? Or that it’s based on a phone survey?
  • Queue the dehumanizing pictures of fatties in this article that talks about how people in South Korea feel about what is causing obesity and whether or not those views affect their own weight. Also, this: “Psychologists have been trying for years to identify an obese personality that could help with behavioral counseling, but this study doesn’t do that,” said Dr. Mitchell Roslin. “Obesity is very complex. There is no one personality type.” Uh, WTF?
  • So again, with gusto, diet pills don’t work, and those that tout a “natural” way to lose weight can be pretty damned dangerous.
  • Yet again, fat people aren’t the best source for their experiences, this time in the way they eat.
  • BPA is now thought to be an “obesogen” for girls (but not for boys). Hey, did you know that BPA is something that is used in canned foods, something that poor people tend to buy because they want veggies but can’t afford it fresh?
  • Weight loss and psoriasis, because less inflammation has got to be caused by weight loss and not a change/improvement in diet and exercise.
  • Doctor goes on TEDmed and supposes that obesity doesn’t actually cause insulin resistance but that it is the other way around. He doesn’t quite get it, but comes to several conclusions that make me think our movement is really progressing: he says that fat people shouldn’t be victims to doctors, that as a doctor he shouldn’t have judged a woman who was in his care, and he said that there are fat people who are metabolically healthy and thin people who aren’t. The video will frustrate you but is intriguing to watch and study. I hope another blogger can talk about this.
  • FFS, causation =/= correlation.
  • Brace  yourselves, here comes the aftermath of the ADA decision to define obesity as a disease, including legislation. While making healthcare more affordable is always good, let us not forget there is enough of a backlash against the decision for the wrong reasons and we cannot align ourselves with this group.
  • Doctors find that heart failure hormones promote weight loss (and also signal impending death), but they see it as the “Holy Grail” for treating us fatties.

That is all for now. Feel free to discuss any of the above points in the comment section below.

Kitsune Yokai


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Silver Lining?

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It has been a while since the AMA declared obesity a disease. Many people have covered it and the ramifications of the decision, including several people here at FFF.

But recently I had a thought: what is the silver lining here? Is there any good that can come from this?

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Well, how about these:

  • Because of laws, pills that tout “weight loss” will be required to go through the FDA. That means harmful “natural” drugs like Fat Zero may be outlawed.
  • Fat people can now demand tougher guidelines for scientific studies, like mandating drug studies and diet studies be conducted for 2-5 years instead of just one.
  • Everyone says discrimination would increase, but how about lawsuits? We can now sue general practitioners, hospitals, and surgeons for promoting dangerous diets, life-threatening surgeries (or lack of life-saving surgery), and malpractice. We could also probably sue employers, clothing stores, and education facilities for discriminatory practices.
  • This crap is now tax deductible. That’s right, you can now itemize your expenses and count it as necessary medical expenses.

One guy claims that we will now be able to have an open season against the food industry. He seems to think that us fatties are going to somehow “derail” the brave efforts of the food industry to selflessly offer healthy food so we fatties can make better, socially correct choices. My answer is, well, why not? I mean, why not demand better quality foods and apply more pressure to the food industry to cut out the crap (pun, lol). What if we could get fruits and veggies subsidized so everyone can afford to buy them on a regular basis? What if we demanded that companies like McDonald’s give healthy, yet affordable options on their menus so that the places/people that their business preys upon can still try and get something green in their lives besides their miniscule paychecks and the residue on the ceilings that may or may not be mold.

What if we steamroll as far as possible to benefit ourselves before the AMA overturns its own decision because our activism is costing companies more than the bribery and the potential market? What if we took advantage instead of seeing this as a bane? Perhaps we can make huge strides for ourselves and others.

Kitsune Yokai


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Crash Into Me, yeah.

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One size does not fit all.

Yesterday I  had to go to Walgreens to turn in a prescription for the hubby for some pain medicine he’ll need next week when he gets a wisdom tooth removed.

As I made my way to the pharmacy department, a 10- to 12-year-old boy ran full out and crashed into me. He hit my breast with his hand and my ribs with the same elbow (I think, it’s not like I had time to see what he’d done). He didn’t even stop, just yelled “sorry!” over his shoulder as he ran out the door.

*sighs* Some people’s children, yanno?

He hurt me. My ribs hurt and grew worse as yesterday went on. I didn’t get much sleep last night because the pain kept waking me up. There were a couple people on my case about going to an urgent care center.

So, after driving a friend to her monthly doctor’s appointment (and hurting a lot more from just that little bit of activity), I came home, woke the hubby up, and had him take me to urgent care.

The good news is that no bones are broken. YAY!

The bad news is that I feel like such a fool for not waiting an extra couple of days on this. Cuz, ya know, an unbudgeted $85 for a visit plus pain meds isn’t an easy thing (especially since we just spent an unbudgeted $150 on the car last week).

All of this is to say that 1) this isn’t the post I was planning on writing last night or today, and 2) this is a post that I’ve probably written before a million times.

The urgent care I went to was one I’ve visited before, so I knew they didn’t have an anti-fat agenda.  Or at least, they didn’t last February when I had a nasty bacterial respiratory infection.  They insisted on the weigh-in, and really, I was hurting too much to argue.

However, they did have a “one size fits all” mentality with the blood pressure cuff.  They took my reading, with a normal size cuff, and it came up high: 140/104. Imagine that. The nurse taking my blood pressure told me it was “a little high,” but he wasn’t worried about it since I was in a lot of pain and pain always causes the blood pressure to be high.

I get that, I really do.

However.

One of the things that concern trolls like to trot out any time fat people talk about being healthy or Health at Every Size® is that we can’t be healthy due to our fat. They trot out things like increased hypertension and increased risk of stroke being caused by being fat. It’s not, they are co-morbidities, and correlation does not equal causation, no matter how much people want to argue it does. And, if that urgent care reports contributes medical records to an epidemiological study, I’ll surely be one of the statistics showing the “proof” of this.

However.

The proper size cuff really makes a difference.  When medical personnel use the correct size cuff on me, My blood pressure is usually in the 110/70 range, and rarely higher than 120/80. There have been a couple of times when I’ve been as “high” as 124/85. One doctor told me that my BP was “dangerously high” and that I needed to lose weight immediately or I was going to die  she was going to have to put me on blood pressure medicine. This was the same doctor who told me that I had a BMI of nearly 50 and I was going to die if I didn’t lose weight… well, yeah, I was going to die. The kicker? She did the math wrong. My BMI really is 42. Yup, still in the “I’m going to die yesterday” range, but not in the “OMG why aren’t you dead yet?!” range.

I don’t know what my real blood pressure would have been today. I was in a lot of pain, and it really does have an effect on blood pressure. And I have to say, being in so much pain, I didn’t have the ability to even ask them to get a proper-sized cuff.

I just took it as a win that my bruised ribs (because that’s what the problem is) was not blamed on my fat.

Personally, I’m really glad my rib isn’t broken, because the doctor was talking about a 12-week recovery process from a broken rib.  Even just a bruised rib is a two- to three-week recovery process. While that’s better, it’s still not good enough. I’ve got stuff to do, things to get ready for. Hopefully, the pain medicine the doctor prescribed for me will help take the edge off the pain without leaving me too loopy so I can get back to work.

Candy doesn’t make itself, and I have a big selling event coming up.  In three weeks.  And I don’t have near enough candy to sell if I can’t make any more in between now and then.


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Food Fights

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My Boring-Ass Life

Usually when you hear the words “food fight,” your mind instantly imagines a large gathering of people, probably in a cafeteria of some kind, gleefully throwing food at each other. It’s a fun and exciting scene, colourful and bright. When I think of the words “food fight I imagine my dinner table on certain nights; nights when I make certain foods that my son absolutely hates and will not eat.

When I was growing up, I was given food and I ate it. Attempts to not eat it were met with anger and frustration from my parents, mostly my dad, and I was made to sit there until I either ate it or they got fed up and let me go a long while later. There’s a picture in an album at my mom’s of me asleep at the table with an untouched bowl of chili in front of me. It’s adorable, but at the same time it makes a powerful point about my parent’s expectations for us around food. They grew up in a different time, and their parents knew what real hunger was thanks to the Great Depression. We’ve had a few lean times too, more than I’d care to admit, and sometimes I find myself falling into the same patterns as my parents when Gabe doesn’t want to eat what is put down in front of him.

Depression-era breadline courtesy of Brittanica.com

He will. not. eat. chili or stew, even if he helps make it. I’m not the world’s best cook by any stretch of the imagination (my cooking is most often described as “fine” by my husband), but it’s not bad. Gabe should eat. But he wont. He “doesn’t like it,” and aside from telling me he doesn’t like some of the key ingredients, there’s no other reason. The one thing I figure is he’s put off by the mixed nature of those dishes, and/or maybe their textures. If we try to force him to eat by making him sit there or threaten other consequences, like early bedtime, he eventually dissolves into tears, huddling in a corner somewhere telling us we’re bad parents and we’re hurting his feelings (Gabe will be 7 in two weeks). Ryan gets frustrated and angry because money is tight and we literally don’t have the luxury of making special food for Gabe. I’m also frustrated, but I’m torn between my upbringing and respecting what he says and feels. The Ellen Satter Division of Responsibility says “Parents do the what, when and where of feeding, children do the how much and whether of eating.” I’m a big fan of this mode of thinking and I try to follow it as best I can so my kids don’t end up with a negative relationship with food but it doesn’t always work.

Any picky eaters in your house? Are you a picky eater? I’m open to constructive criticism and advice! Have a wonderful weekend.


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Double-Edged Sword —

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Stigma is a double-edged sword.

I don’t mean that in the traditional “it cuts both ways, positive and negative” definition, but in the “sword with two serrated edges facing opposite directions that shred your flesh and innards going in AND coming out” kind of way.

Double Edged Sword

Click on this motherfucker.

First, there’s the gut-wrenching pain inflicted by the stigma directly: the loss of job opportunities or advancement; the skepticism of doctors; the horrible, dishonest medical advice from well-meaning friends, family and acquaintances; the sexual isolation of the outcast; and the general shittiness of a population. That’s the damage we all know and loathe — the effects of stigma as imposed by society.

As if getting stabbed in the gut isn’t bad enough, stigma carries a second edge that does even more damage when the metaphorical blade is removed: the blame for stigma.

Stigma works the same way for all “spoiled identities” (the concept of the spoiled identity is explored in depth in Dr. Pattie Thomas’ excellent Taking Up Space, which I reviewed here). And as Pattie says in this article, stigma is big business.

The reason stigma is big business isn’t because it’s profitable to make people feel like shit (the first edge), it’s that after you make them feel like shit then you tell those people how they can fix “the problem” that makes them feel like shit. And every social stigma (e.g., racism, sexism, homophobia) comes with this second edge that tells the stigmatized person that if they want to be treated decently, then they must change X, Y, and Z.

For women to avoid stigmatization, they must not be emotional or shrill or, to put it another way, they must act more like men. For POCs to avoid stigmatization, they must not talk POCs or dress POCs or act like POCs or they must act more like Whites. For Gays to avoid stigmatization, they must not be so flamboyant or vocal or engage in PDA or they must act like Straights.

Stigma isn’t just treating a certain group of people like shit, it’s placing the burden of destigmatization on the targeted group so that they too participate in their own oppression.

Stigma’s power comes from self-participation. When you feel compelled to change yourself to avoid the effects of withdrawing the sword, then you are merely sharpening that second edge for yourself and others. A perfect example of this is Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair, which explored the many ways Black women have tortured their scalps in an attempt to mitigate the effects of racial stigma. The ultimate effect, though, is a multi-billion dollar haircare industry. As Al Sharpton says in the movie, “We wear our economic oppression on our heads.”

Unsurprisingly, the stigma of Black hair and the stigma of of fat bodies are both partially enforced by social attitudes on beauty and attractiveness, which stigmatizers love to remind us is the result of evolutionary psychology (i.e., assholes in search of evidence that they aren’t really assholes). Their opinions. they claim, are the result of millions of years of evolutionary refinement that have resulted in one particular group or another being identified as inferior, weak and deserving of shame.

Of course, if there were any credible link between evo psych and stigma, then I’d still be treated like shit for being an Irish papist anchor-baby who is destroying America’s culture with my  alcoholism and violent temper.

But the fact is, each generation develops its own standards for stigmatization, and the influence of stigma can be affected by the response of both the stigmatized group and the society that stigmatizes due to resentment.

Stigma is a social disease, a virus spread through contact with toxic attitudes and behaviors. But like most diseases, we can immunize ourselves and our culture over time from the effects of stigma. Just compare the stigma faced by women, POCs and Gays today with the stigma faced 20, 40, 80 years ago, and you’ll see that some progress has been made at destigmatizing these groups (though we still have many miles to go for all). But how do we do it and what does destigmatization look like?

First, you have to recognize where the disease of stigma comes from. Simply acknowledging stigma isn’t enough. Acknowledging that stigma exists is like snipping weeds from your garden: yeah, you’ve addressed the superficial appearance of weeds in your garden, but the roots remain.

Yesterday, I got an amusing reminder of where some of the roots of modern stigma are dug in the deepest.

You may recall back in June that I had a run-in with Mike David, a “radio show host” who attacked Golda Poretsky for her TEDTalk. You may also recall that once I began confronting David, he blocked me and pretty much stopped being an asshole to her. The reason? David has a reputation to maintain as a badass straight-talker, so getting smacked down by someone with a sharper tongue would damage his brand.

Well, we recently got a visit on our blog from another radio host, Tom Leykis, an infamous shock jock known for releasing the identities of rape victims on air, as well as beating his wife. I had never heard of the guy, but quite a few people responded to a post I made on Facebook and they shared  anecdotes of what an asshole he is. I also learned that Leykis is King of the PUAs (PUA being pick-up artist; think Frank TJ Mackey and his “Seduce and Destroy” lecture), which is a sure sign of sexual insecurity and deep-seeded psychological issues.

Mr. Leykis (no Tom Cruise himself) responded to vesta’s post this week on handicapped accessibility with some fat hate. I didn’t allow it through, but I did notice that he had previously commented on Bronwen’s post on her own medical issues with the same advice nearly word for word:

Blow Me Up

Now, I’m not one to judge others by their looks, but the words “fat” and “slob” have definitions that go beyond their hateful connotation, and judging from the following picture, I’d say that Leykis is projecting some self-loathing onto us.

Fat Slob Leykis

I may be fat, but at least I can brush my fucking hair.

So, self-loathing fat slob Tom Leykis spends his free time on the internet telling other fat slobs to lose weight. Brilliant.

Now, if stigma were a logical concept, Tom Leykis would be out of a job. But stigma is, by definition, irrational and intersectional. A man can fuck dozens of women as a PUA and he’s a syndicated icon for other lonely losers, while a woman who does the same thing is a slut and a whore. Likewise, a fat man can feel perfectly content shaming fat women because the threshold for weight stigma against men is far higher than for women.

I work in a professional office for an international corporation with tens of thousands of employees. In my office alone, I know several fat men in positions of power, while fat women are relatively few. My company is definitely forward-leaning and supportive with regard to diversity and there are plenty of women directors, principals and partners (in fact, our new office managing partner is a talented and popular woman), but it seems as though larger women don’t ascend the ranks quite as easily as their male counterparts.

The fact that fat Tom Leykis can lecture us on losing weight with absolutely no cognitive dissonance is reflective of the intersectional nature of stigma, and how certain privileges (chiefly, being rich, white and/or male) can actually disarm the effects of stigma. The problem with this is that fighting stigma can become provincial, as each group tries to address its own stigma through its own methods.

But I think that if we really dig for the roots, if we really look at the totality of stigma, we will find that intersectional stigma often has a common source: Tom Leykis. I don’t mean Leykis is responsible for all stigma, but that people like Leykis (pompous, hateful windbags with a platform) are often Patient Zero for the virus of social stigma. Vulnerable elements of our society (those who are just as psychologically kerfucked as Leykis) glom onto his brand of “blame everyone for my inadequacies” outrage. You often find these individuals and groups harbor a hostility toward not only fat people, but women, POCs and Gays as well. Rarely is a homophobe compassionate toward POCs and women.

So, this social virus requires a social disinfectant. And the first thing we can do to confront the roots of stigma is to confront the people promoting stigma. In my Facebook post, I said that it was “time to break out the ass-stomping boots of righteousness to show Mr. Leykis he fucked with the wrong fatties.” I got a response from someone who was bothered by these words because they weren’t reflective of my “high principles.” While I understand and respect those who would take the high ground in response to the Tom Leykises of the world, I strongly believe that ignoring hate and turning a blind eye to stigma will not resolve stigma.

Instead, I propose that we do what we have always done: call out the sources of stigma and fight fire with fire. The point is not to convert Tom Leykis or Mike David, but to stigmatize the stigmatizers. This is immediately responded with claims of hypocrisy, but bear in mind that it’s not stigma itself that is the source of the problems, but who and why we stigmatize.

Stigma is a form of social control; it’s a way to inform society of what is an is not acceptable behavior. For instance, there has long been a stigma against teacher/student relationships for obvious reasons. And when people suggest that we remove the stigma of something like teachers dating students (as this creepy Washington Post article suggests), society pushes back because obviously that stigma serves a legitimate purpose and teachers who exploit the power differential for sexual gain should be ostracized and outcast. The outcome of that stigma is clear: protecting children.

I am all for stigmatizing assholes because I am far more concerned about this country’s asshole epidemic than its obesity epidemic. And for those who would say “Yes, but obesity is a major health problem costing our country billions of dollars and killing our children,” I would direct them to the work of Dr. Rebecca Puhl of the Rudd Center for Food Policy & Obesity. In particular, I would recommend  this study which explains the health consequences (including long-term weight gain) of social stigma surrounding weight.

Rather than treating stigma as a virus, I would like to treat stigma as a bacteria. There is good bacteria and bad bacteria, while the vast majority of viruses are harmful. To be healthy, a human body must foster the good bacteria and minimize the bad bacteria (think gut flora and tuberculosis, respectively). Healthy stigma is the kind that encourages social standards of decency and respect, while discouraging hate and intolerance.

Therefore, the question that we must ask during this Weight Stigma Awareness Week is how do we transition from viral stigma to bacterial stigma? How do we fight bad stigma? And how do we foster healthy stigma against hatred and intolerance?

The later question is easy: you call it out. When you see ignorance and hatred toward ANY group based on bigotry and small-minded perceptions, you call it out. Thin, fat, tall, short, Black, Hispanic, gay, transgendered: CALL THAT SHIT OUT. The roots of stigma are not in any one particular group identity, but in a mentality that seeks to punish those who are perceived as weak. Now, some groups specialize, like how we call out fat stigma, but provincial concerns shouldn’t prevent us from addressing the full culture of stigma that affects our diverse culture.

As to how we fight bad stigma, the answer is also fairly simple: inclusion.

Remember during the 2012 election when Joe Biden said “Will and Grace” helped change public opinion on Gay rights? I tend to agree. The most effective way for someone to overcome their homophobia or racism or sexism is to include Gays and POCs and women in their lives. Remember when Republican Rob Portman changed his views on gay marriage after his son came out as gay? When people are confronted by the negative effects of stigma on the people they care about, then they tend to change their views on stigma. It’s a no-brainer.

Including a diverse group of people in your life is nature’s stigma vaccine. But the great thing is that even if you live in Podunk, Missouri and have never met a Black person in your life, you can still get the positive effects of inclusion from a diverse culture. This is where “Will and Grace” and media representation comes in.

Seeing positive, likeable, relatable Gay characters or Black characters or female characters can wear down the barriers that prevent people from seeing stigmatized groups as human. But having a stigmatized group on the screen as a token gesture isn’t enough. This is why the Bechdel test is so valuable: the quality of inclusion depends upon the content and context of the character. It’s not enough to have a Hispanic character on screen, especially if that character is rife with stereotypes and 2D portrayals.

This is true of fat characters as well.

Now here’s the interesting thing about representation and stigma: it’s still intersectional. There have always been fat, male heroes in games from Super Mario onward. In fact, here’s a round-up of a few fat, male protagonists and heroes who you can “become” in video games:

Coach

Coach from Left 4 Dead 2

Change Koehan from King of Fighters

Change Koehan from King of Fighters

Bo' Rai Cho from Mortal Kombat

Bo’ Rai Cho from Mortal Kombat

Wong Who from Final Fight

Wong Who from Final Fight

Bob from Tekken

Bob from Tekken

Heavy from Team Fortress 2

Heavy from Team Fortress 2

There’s also Roman from Grand Theft Auto IV, who even defends himself against fat jokes and snide comments about his weight at one point, which I found pretty refreshing (although GTA still has fat jokes and stereotypes galore).

Roman

Roman Bellic, fat man extraordinaire.

What makes Roman such a great fat character is that he is more than his waist size. He’s a character with depth, who helps his cousin Nico throughout the game. His weight is just one of his characteristics because he is thoroughly human.

Taken together, it’s not a bad list of fat heroes.

But compare that to fat female protagonists in video games and you get this from TV Tropes:

Often, she functions as a source of comic relief, whether or not the subject is her weight. Like the Black Best Friend and Pet Homosexual she is the unconventional one who is, likely the all-American main character’s best friend for her size. Either that or she’s the main character of a drama where her big conflict is having an issue with her weight. She can range anywhere from Hollywood Pudgy, where the actress is actually fairly thin and her fatness comes across as more of an Informed Flaw than anything else to BBW, where large women are portrayed more positively.

The author lists fat female protagonists from comic books, films, literature and video games. When you read the video game characters, you notice a trend that the fat character is usually a glutton and the game play often includes a weight loss narrative, or else, like Eunice Pound in Bully, the character is completely self-loathing, masculine and physically repulsive.

I only know of one fat, female video game character who is even remotely sexual in nature: Eve from Dragon’s Lair II.

Eve

One of my favorite games as a kid.

Of course, Eve is also a glutton whose appetite threatens to destroy the universe.

Recently, though, I found an exception to the fat, female character trope.

I’m a huge fan of Grand Theft Auto, and when the most recent version came out I was clamoring for a copy to no avail. In the meantime, I picked up Saints Row IV, believing it to be comparable. It’s not, and I immediately lamented the differences between the two games, particularly the physics.

But what is awesome about this game is that you can customize the protagonist. Given the double standard for fat characters, I’m always curious how customizable features affect female body size options. Typically, the “fat” female body is just a scosche heavier than Pamela Anderson, but to my surprise, I was able to make a female Saints Row character that had a belly.

Hero Front

Pardon my crappy phone picture.

Not only is she fat by female video game standards, but she’s unapologetically sexual.

Hero Back

She will solicit sex from anyone, including the floating robot pictured, who obliges.

One caveat: the metric of successful inclusion is not whether fat female characters are sexual, it’s whether they have some depth outside of being either gluttonous sloths, self-loathing dieters or cretinous goons. But given the ubiquity of sexy female characters, it was refreshing to see my fat character maintain her sexuality.

Now imagine if your favorite video games featured fat, female heroines positively: without mockery, without condescension or moral lessons on moderation. Imagine girl gamers growing up in a world where they’re allowed to pick a character who looks like them.

That is power.

And it’s the kind of power that has been used to blunt the edge of the double-edged sword of stigma for women and POCs and the LGBT community since time immemorial. And this is exactly what we need to reduce weight stigma: more representation and more inclusion.

So if you’re a writer, get to work on that novel with the fat heroine; if you’re an artist, show us the beauty of fat bodies; if you’re a songwriter, give voice to the self-confident fat woman. These are the things that will help reduce the effects of Tom Leykis et. al.

Fighting stigma is ultimately a form of culture war, where one side is promoting stereotypes and irrational hatred, while the other is promoting inclusion and understanding. This is a battle that must be fought in the public sphere, and we must not be shy about labeling stigma when we see it.

But the very first step — what will ultimately lead society away from stigmatizing certain groups — is to raise awareness of the problem, both within yourself and those around you. That is why we celebrate Weight Stigma Awareness Week. This is the first in a long series of steps that will lead us ultimately to a more accepting, more understanding, more compassionate society. And that is always worth fighting for.


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Dear Lane Bryant… a rant

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Fat FashionMy Boring-Ass Life

Dear Lane Bryant,

I’ve had a love/hate relationship with you all my years of being a fat person. I remember finding you as a young adult and seeing you as the option for business clothing that I couldn’t afford at my minimum wage job. I remember when you figured out that fat women want fashionable clothes too, around 2005 or so. I remember falling in love with your Right Fit jeans that fit people with a 10″ or so waist-hip ratio… then being sad that they were redesigned several times and never did fit as well or make my big butt look as fabulous as that first incarnation.

Casey in 2006 balancing a cooking pot on her head....being silly as per usual

Casey in 2006 balancing a cooking pot on her head… being silly as per usual

Photo description: Photo taken in 2006 in an apartment kitchen with white walls, an open refrigerator door, and a brown cabinet behind me. I am visibly fat with light skin and rosy cheeks. I’m wearing a black sweater with a white dress shirt color underneath along with grey pants. My hair is shoulder length and light brown (my natural color) and I’m balancing a cooking pot on my head.

The past few years have looked tumultuous for your company from this consumer’s standpoint. The prices have bounced around along with the quality, although at your most expensive, the clothes seemed to die a horrible death after only a few wearings and washings. I think you’ve started to listen to your customer base a bit more, or at least it seems you’ve been reading blog activism like Ragen’s post at Dances With Fat about the Lane Collection’s restricted sizing.

As an almost 33-year-old person, I feel like I’ve aged out of some of Torrid’s offerings, but am not ready for Catherine’s assortment of elastic waist pants and excessively floral (some would say matronly) fare. I’m a doctoral student who attends and presents at academic conferences and I want to look professional. I work in administration at my university (and have since 2008) and need clothing that is work appropriate, fits well, and doesn’t cause me to yank at straps, worry about gaping waistlines on my pants, or plunging necklines (I used to be in the “fat but small chested” crowd, but my bra fitting last night puts me in the repeated letter camp now, so I’ll just be an ally for my old team).

I went to one of your stores the other night while cranky (which probably wasn’t in my best interest, as I needed new bras pretty desperately). My city is down to only one location, where I’ve received good-enough service at most of the time (I preferred the location at the mall, as the service was better).

I’m not sure if you folks are out of touch or what’s happening. There were few offerings that I could actually wear to work, and none of them were my style. You had very few basic office items that didn’t have strange embellishments (like non-functional zippers at the shoulders), and the few that were there had plunging necklines. FYI, just because I’m fat and wear a 40DD bra doesn’t mean I want to have cleavage at the office (not knocking those who prefer that look… I work at a reception desk and don’t like people staring down my top). Also, not every fat woman has large breasts.

The other thing I noticed was the bizarre idea of short-length pants. I understand that I’m a dwarf (albeit a tall one thanks to growth hormone as a teen), but I have a friend who is about 5’7″ who wears your short-length of pants. Sometimes the cut of the pants makes hemming them ruin the line of the pants (especially with anything other than a boot cut). Not all fat people are tall!

Also, stop with the fatphobic marketing. Tighter Tummy Technology? WTF people. Despite recommendations I received about your T3 line of jeans and pants from other people with a huge waist-to-hip ratio, I refused to try them on until recently… just because of the name. At a size 20-22, “tighter tummy technology” means a couple things. First, body hate. Second, discomfort from being squished and rearranged.

Thankfully I walked out of there with a couple good fitting bras. While you aren’t cheap in that department, at least you are making something that looks cute and is relatively functional. Keep working on the comfort part of that and making sure that your quality is good enough to justify that kind of price tag. Keep trying with the sports bras too. I gotta keep dancing!

Please keep trying to make this cute thirty-something looking cute while being functional, OK?

~Casey

Casey Sig


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