Monday, May 24, 2010

Sometimes it's hard to keep talking.

Instead of the rant I was preparing to rant, I want to do something else instead as inspired by Marianne's from The Rotund entry located here.

Like Marianne most of my day to day has fuck all to do with being fat.

I work, I commute, I do stuff.

And then shit happens.

To quote Marianne:

The most damage and harm ever done to me because of fat has nothing to do with my fat and everything to do with how I am treated because of it.


For me this usually manifests itself (mainly because of how my body is shaped and sized) when I'm trying to shop. I don't own a TV thus I don't get a lot of popular culture that way and I've learned to filter out 99% of other cultural bullshit surrounding fatness.

For me Fat Acceptance on a personal level is the hardest on me (emotionally speaking) when shit happens that I can do fuck all about.

When I really need X thing and not one place that I can afford offers it in my size but every place I can't afford (yes plus size stores normally) does.

The moments that hit me the hardest though are when I hear or read women going to town on their bodies or other peoples bodies in a bad way and I know there is fuck all I can personally do about it.

Honestly, there are times when I think that I have run out of things to say about fatness and FA. I figure that there are better people to talk about these things and that I should shut it.

And then I think about the fact that there are a bajillion people in the world who really need to hear these things and there are some folks who can do wit hearing them from me.

So I keep talking.

And I say you keep talking too.

I know it's hard sometimes. I know sometimes it would be way more satisfying to just say fuck it but don't.

I think that's all from me today. I'm tired and I have some other writing to get done tonight.

Homo Out.
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1 comment:

lampdevil said...

I've heard it referred to as "emptying the sea with a teaspoon". It feels futile to keep speaking and arguing and repeating yourself, over and over... but it's not. Someone hears. If for all my repetition, one person looks up and listens, then it's worth all the effort.

People like you, doing what you do, are the reason I'm so happy nowadays. :) I love myself to the best of my ability. I live now. Thank you, for every word.

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