I read somewhere recently that people should have the right to be fat. That they shouldn’t be expected to diet or exercise because that is the so-called current fashion. And that the rest of the world shouldn’t judge them for being fat because they have every bit as much right to be fat as anyone else has to be thin.
I don’t know that I necessarily agree with that sentiment. I don’t think that fat people feel that their way of life is threatened by the today’s health nazis. People are going to be fat if they want to be, neither you nor I can stop them. It’s that they don’t feel that they should be judged for it.
I’ve seen it over and over again. I’ve experienced it myself. Just looking at me, people don’t see someone who has changed her lifestyle, someone who eats healthy, someone who tries to workout at least five times a week. They see a fat girl and they make judgments based on what they see. And to me, that’s fine. I don’t particularly care what those people think of me -I’m doing whatever I do for me, for my health, not because society thinks women should be a size 6. Do I think that it’s right that people don’t see the thin girl inside me, they only see the fat girl? I don’t think it’s a matter of right or wrong – they’re going to see whatever they’re going to see. It’s up to me whether or not I let their perspectives and judgments define who I’m going to be.
But others seems to feel differently. Perhaps they are more sensitive? I don’t know – I personally believe in calling a spade a spade. My husband says my honestly straddles the line between being honest and being just plain rude, and I’m okay with that too. I’m fat. I acknowledge that. Being fat doesn’t define everything about me. It might define the shape of my physical body or affect my health, but it doesn’t tell you anything about who I am, at my essence. It doesn’t tell you whether or not I like animals, or whether I love my sisters. But others, they give the word more power than it deserves. They give it the power to hurt them, to make them feel inferior, to make them feel like less of a person.
Sure, people have the right to be fat, to wear pants, to wear their hair like Princess Leia or dress up like idiots at anime conventions. But that doesn’t mean I can’t judge them. That’s my right. That’s your right. I can think whatever I damn well please about another person, but that doesn’t make my thoughts right or wrong. It doesn’t make my thoughts anything other than mere thoughts. But when you let my thoughts affect the way you feel about yourself…well that’s not my issue, is it? That’s yours.
It’s not a question about whether people have the right to be fat. It’s not a question about whether or not I have the right to judge them for being fat. It’s about self-esteem and how you perceive yourself and maybe you’re not as okay with your body as you say you are. Maybe you aren’t as comfortable in your corporeal prison as you claim, but you know how hard it’s going to be to change, but you aren’t ready to accept the responsibility for staying fat, so you blame society and say that they don’t accept you fat, when really, it’s you who doesn’t accept you because you’re not happy being fat either.
Or maybe you really are okay with being fat. You’ve made peace with your body and the way you look and feel. In which case, you don’t care what I’m thinking about you when I see you ordering two Big Mac meals, both super-sized. Right?
You can’t have it both ways. It’s not a question about whether you have the right to be fat. I can’t stop you if you want to be fat. But don’t expect me to turn my mind off when I see you riding around in an electric scooter at the grocery store. I’m allowed to judge you – that’s my right. Just remember that whatever I’m thinking – that’s about me, not you. It has nothing to do with you. It doesn’t affect you. Unless you let it.
I just need to refocus my eyes on the prize and stop comparing my weight loss to that of others. I know my body. I know I’ll lose 2-3 lbs a week when I work out regularly and eat right. I know my weight loss will stall when I do not. I’m never going to be the kind of person who can lose 15 lbs in two weeks – I didn’t gain my weight like that and I don’t see myself losing it like that. And I need to remember that I’m in this for the long haul. This is a lifestyle change, not a temporary thing. A mini binge of three s’mores over the weekend does not a crisis make – nothing has been derailed, nothing is ruined.
