Happy Valentine's Day, my fellow fatties (or thin mints). Just in case you couldn't notice, I'm long winded in my blog posts. I am in love with typing sarcastic rants about everything I'm passionate about, especially when there's a lesson to be learned.
Here's today's lesson: Telling me that I'm not fat doesn't mean...
I'm 220 lbs. in both images by the way...and I'm fat. So what.
...But really though. I'm fat and it's perfectly okay.
Lord Jesus Christ of Betty Crocker, I am not one who want to give you a list of do's and don'ts when it comes to social interaction but here's some passive aggressive suggestions that I might have for you:
I Still Don't Get It...Be Blunt.
Just because I say that I'm fat doesn't mean that I'm going to jump off the Williamsburg Bridge during rush hour. I am not saying that there's not people out there who are severely depressed from being overweight BUT there are folks who are okay with acknowledging that they are fat.
It might just be a statement that comes out of our mouths in a small conversation. Not everything requires an intervention. No, I am not advocating that we should all have spirit fingers over a bowl of ice cream. Just maybe I'm asking for some of you to stop belittling your friends, families, associates and possibly strangers' personal assessment about their lady and man lumps.
Could it be a note to self? Ask yourself if this was stated because they are seeking help or a support buddy. Assess the situation and see if this person is looking for a pity party. Hell, maybe the person is just standing in their own truth but there's a follow up statement to the original statement. When in doubt, ask the question. Unless the person is giving you a disclaimer that they're not looking for feedback or seeking a brain storming session with you, what's wrong with asking. Wait, I'll pull this statement back a bit because there are a few out there who will get insulted that you questioned any aspects of their weight or fat despite them being the person who brought it up.
I love my firm belly. Honestly, I would like to lose a bit more core weight for vanity's sake and it helps not having the overhang in my jeans, which causes a skin rash to my lower belly regardless of how loosely fitted my jeans may be.
Dare I mention again to my plus size warriors to not be so rough on our smaller framed audience when they feel like they're fat too? We are all entitled to our own feelings and opinions. For Valentine's Day, try gifting your loved ones (or that weird looking stranger in the street) some compassion and maybe a box of chocolate. I'm sure that it'll be noticed in some sort of way, even if it's only for yourself.
Latoya Shauntay Snell
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