It’s a really shitty, inherently exclusive holiday. No one likes being excluded, teenagers in the throes of puberty least of all. I remember I had to mentally prepare myself (more than I usually had to at any rate) to face school that day, prepare myself to smile stoically as thin, popular, pretty people were showered with candygrams, carnations, and attention, as they compared how many flowers they got, as they ate their candy bars and complained to me that they didn’t get more. Please note they were complaining to a girl who never received one goddamn candygram or carnation throughout all four years of high school.
Was it because I was fat? Is that why I was always excluded, why I always hated Valentine’s Day? I’m not in high school anymore, and I don’t know. And I wish I could say I didn’t care and toss it over my shoulder like the mature adult I am, but I can’t. I bought myself flowers and ate some of those powdery heart candies that everyone hates (but I love them, and you should too, they are sugary in the best way), to console myself and make me feel like I’m amazing and totally not lonely and miserable.
So if you are also struggling with feelings of loneliness and comparing your Valentine’s exploits (or lack thereof) to some loved-by-society thin person’s, hey, it’s okay. I have done that, far, far more than I care to admit outside the internet. But I think you’re cooler than that thin person. You’re reading TITP, I’m willing to bet you are way hotter, more compassionate, more logical, and at least 3.5 times sexier than this thin random ass person. God you’re awesome. Will you be my Valentine?
did you know that the doctors who did eric garner’s autopsy concluded that obesity was one of the factors in his death? i mean he was held in a chokehold by a police officer where otherwise he would have lived… but also yeah probably being fat killed him a little sure makes sense
This is the asshole going around harassing our followers and “doxxing” them (not actually doxxing, just googling their tumblr names to find other places they post online).
i just wanted to say thanks for the blog. it's helped me reconceptualize a lot of the (seemingly) benign attitudes that permeate my life so i can better understand what's damaging and dangerous to people in situations i can't personally relate to. i've seen a lot of people trying to tone police you, and i just want to reiterate that no one has the right to tell you how to experience or express your oppression, irrespective of another's comfort levels. this blog is invaluable; thank you & be well
Thin privilege is not being labeled a bad mother because you are fat.
I’m fat so that automatically means my children are at risk for obesity.
I know what it’s like to grow up fat. I know what it’s like to be teased constantly and to never be able to shop at regular stores. I know what it’s like to not be wanted because I’m fat. I know what it feels like to be labeled lazy, greedy and ugly because I am fat. Do I want that for my children? Absolutely not.
Thin privilege is not having someone hope that my children get taken away because I look like an unfit mother, because I am fat.
Thin privilege is not having your family assume your bad eating habits will rub off on your children, when you are trying to eat better because of them.
We all know that being overweight can and usually just isn’t healthy.
That isn’t the point we are trying to make.
The fact is, fat, skinny, black, white, yellow, brown, gay, lesbian, trans or otherwise, we are all human beings capable of being loved and giving love. Even the biggest douchebag you can think of is deserving of love. If someone so hated can be loved by someone else, why can’t fat people be loved?
If I want to be fat and I am happy and I have people that love me, then what the hell is it to you?
I’m submitting this here because I’ve seen this both on personal blogs on my dash and through you guys today and you have a wider readership than I do.
Fun Fact of the Day: Unless you are either stalking them, or they are reporting back to you every second of the day, you have no idea what any person other than yourself is doing with their time or how they get through the day. Therefore, you have no business making assumptions about how they eat, how they exercise, or why they don’t exercise.
Bonus Fun Fact: Unless you have an actual PhD to your name, you have no business complaining about non-doctors giving out solicited medical advice while, in the same breath, giving out unsolicited medical advice.
The thing about bodily autonomy is that no one gets a say in what any one else can or cannot, is or isn’t doing with their own body.
The thing about personal responsibility is that it’s personal and that sole persongets to decide what they want and can be responsible for in their own life and with their own body.
And unless you’re going to start complaining about your tax money going towards the fire department when you’ve never needed their services and don’t participate in behaviors that would make you more likely to need their services, then let’s just skip over the “BUT MY TAX DOLLARS” argument.
Positive story: I've had eating disorders my whole life due to fatphobia I face. Today, I realized that no matter how thin or fat I was, when I love my body, it was not for its size. Yes, I'm fat. And I'm the strongest girl I know. And I love that.