my favorite quote:
- My point, in a roundabout way, is that we should not have to prove ourselves to be one of the ‘good’ fatties in order to be seen as people. We should not have to divulge our eating and exercise habits to family/friends/strangers/journalists in order to justify our fatness. Whether we happily overeat or happily run marathons, we all deserve respect.
I was sitting at my desk at work one day, which happens to face a busy hallway, wearing my favorite high-waisted sweater, when a woman came right up and asked me if I was pregnant. I stared at her for a moment, trying to process the fact that she just asked a random woman if they were pregnant, then said, “Er, no” and quirked an eyebrow, daring her to keep talking.
And she did! The woman starts to do some obvious mental scrambling and then comes out with, “Oh, you must be like me, then, need to do some runnin'”. Oh no she di’int.
To this I threw in the attitude [I do love living in Balmer] and said, “No, I don’t think that I do,” and turned back to my computer with a roll of my eyes. The woman looked affronted [!] and muttered, “Well, good for you,” and turned back to waiting to get on the elevator down. We’re on the third floor.
Anyway, yeah. I probably won’t ever fit with the worlds idea of a perfect woman. I am autonomous, I am strong, I am capable. I can start a coal-burning forge, make you a spoon out of steel, and weld together a decorative spiral finial, all on my own. I like violent movies with blood and guts, and I play video games.
I am healthy. I am fat. And it’s okay.