This is what it looks like. Morbid Obesity. Death Fat. A BMI over the recommended 25 or heck even the mildly less horrifying “Overweight” category limit of 30. This is woman at a BMI of 49.5. That’s almost 50! TWICE the maximum “Normal” size!!! Did you even know what it would look like?
I’m Sooo Fat that the media and all that water-cooler “Common Sense” talk would have you convinced that I am a stereotype. That, despite stellar cholesterol, good long-lived and generally healthy genetics, fine blood work and a lifestyle that would fit well into any non-diet-crazed nutritionist’s “Good-Dooby” chart of Healthy Living*: I must be poised on the brink of death; waiting for Heart Disease to sneak around that final corner and claim its rightful due on my Fat Life. Well sorry, but I won’t apologize for who I am. I happen to have a lot of fat. I dance. I LIVE. And, based on my family’s history, chances are that I’m going to be around for a long while so you’re going to have to deal with it!
So I want you to take a good hard look. Look again. No, really. You don’t have to like me. Or love me. Hell I sure as heck ain’t asking you to find me attractive. I don’t need your validation of my worth. All of that is beyond the scope of this post, nay even this blog. I am here to help you face your fear of others’ fat today.
Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom. ~BERTRAND RUSSELL: An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish
Fear is the enemy of logic. ~ FRANK SINATRA: in The Way You Wear Your Hat
Maybe all that exposed adipose tissue in the picture above makes you cringe, fills you with fear, repulses you, grosses you out. This isn’t a flat, washboard ab on some tanned beach babe in a sparkle belly dance set lifting that hip in your general direction! It’s…a fat woman! You don’t want to touch her! To THINK about her! To acknowledge that she even exists, let alone has a right to do so with the same level of basic human respect owed to every person on this planet! But I dare you to push those thoughts back for even a moment. I want you to look at this here specimen of Death Fat in the face. After all, it has been proposed that facing your fears is the first step towards conquering them. And maybe by conquering the fear of fat in others, you can begin to appreciate or love your OWN body just the way it is and let each individual human being do the same.
By all means if you can not stomach the challenge, try to “Sway” me with inane jeers and “Oh so cleverly crafted slurs” against my lack of willpower or moderation. Just remember that I’ve already stated that such things mean I’m winning. And given the weekend I just had**; I’m totally up for some Win.
*To clarify: even if NONE of that were true and I fit every single one of the preconceived notions of a Fat Woman that you might have, it still does not negate the truth that I have the same right to exist as I AM as does anyone else on this planet, regardless of size, shape, color, gender, sexuality, religion, etc.
**After 120,000 miles my Hyundai Accent needs a new transmission. Only they don’t MAKE new ones for my car so it is a very expensive used one that has to be ordered and installed. Fun!