305 posts tagged food
“the societal challenge to end obesity among children, the number one nutrition-related problem in the US” <—- Actual text from federal research website. This sort of thing is incredibly common in research and the way researchers talk about obesity (when I am in the room, even) is still upsetting every time.
Maybe I’m missing something, but I’d rank things like, say, food insecurity a little bit higher on that list.
And yes, I get that from a purely numbers-game perspective, there may be more fat people than people dealing with food insecurity (btw overlapping groups) but I think it shows pretty clearly how the US prioritizes these things.
I had a job last year, working as a cook in an Italian restaurant. My job was making the desserts; gelato, fancy cakes, mousse, tiramisu, and chocolate truffles. I enjoyed the work and I was quite good at it. We reused a lot of old containers to store things around my workstation, and they usually weren’t labeled, because whatever was put in them that day was used up by that night. I kept a good tally in my head about which container contained what, cookie crumbs, or decorations for various desserts. On any given day, I might have 20 different containers of components to decorate with, and I have to remember what each one has.
One day, I made a new batch of 4 dozen chocolate truffles and put them in a container. There they sat for a few hours until dessert orders came pouring in. My boss came over to help me when things got slammed and fill orders for me. Suddenly, he needs truffles. I point out the exact container they’re in and he fetches it, only to open it and discover cookies. What on earth? But I knew the truffles were in THAT one. I’m so baffled, I open the next few on the shelf and come up empty handed every time.
My boss starts screaming, “WHERE ARE THE TRUFFLES [MY NAME]?!” Again and again, every time I open a new container. I went through every container we had, and started going through containers that were in a different area, absolutely panicked. What happened to them, I know I put them here just four hours ago. “WHERE ARE THE TRUFFLES,” still going off a foot away, with my boss more and more enraged that they’re not where I left them. I’m confused too.
My thin coworker walks up, with a container in her hands and gives it to me, “they were over there,” she says and points at her own workstation a good ten feet away. No explanation how they got over there, no apology, no nothing. Just that they were “over there.” and I never saw her or anyone else take that container over there. Finally, we get the truffles down and everything proceeds smoothly.
Later, I excuse myself to the bathroom, but it’s occupied so I return to my station to continue my job and wait for the restroom to be free, when I overhear my boss tell the female coworker, “For a minute there, I thought [my name] had eaten all the truffles!” Coworker responds with, “With her body, I’d be worried too.”
I was so shocked, hurt, confused and stunned, I spent an extra amount of time in the bathroom, wondering what had just happened. I’m good at my job, I don’t graze from my work, that’s cutting into my own wages and is quite literally, stealing.After my shift, and talking to a different co-worker, I find out that thin coworker stole the truffles from my station and was eating/stealing them for hours until we needed them.
Yet, was my thin coworker ever accused of eating all the food from her workstation? From stealing food of customer’s plates?
This is thin privilege, to not be guilty of stealing food when you are literally guilty of it, and I’m automatically guilty simply because I’m fat.
I was later fired from that job, with the implication that a lot of food was going missing and that it wasn’t cost effective for them to keep me on the payroll. Thin coworker still works there to this day.
Thin privilege is being able to say that you enjoy cooking without receiving a derogatory “I bet you do.”
Thin privilege is not having a mental schedule of when it’s “safe” to eat.
Thin privileged is being hungry, but wondering if enough time has elapsed for you to be “allowed” to eat again.
Thin privilege is not having to weigh how hungry you are versus whether or not it’s worth it to have to get food in front of your parents, and how likely you are to be harassed for it.
I used to be on a really strict diet, or I guess it was more of almost an ED, where I ate
- two bites of an apple (I threw the rest away)
- a slice of vegetarian deli meat, a piece of lettuce and mustard rolled together
- a single cracker with a quarter teaspoon of sunflower seed butter (I measured)
During the couple of months I ate like this, I really did not lose any noticeable amount of weight. I stayed fat (like a size 18) the whole time, and I did this for like 10 or 12 weeks.
Soooo, I guess what I’m saying is that being fat isn’t necessarily caused by what you eat.
Trigger Warning! : Rapid weight loss, depression,
Thin Privilege is not being surprised when clothes start getting looser and having everyone act like weight lose due to depression is a good thing.
I recently fell into a depression because I had to leave my home and husband while we go threw immigration. Today I put on some shorts that were a bit tight when I first bought them and found them to be a bit saggy. My weight has always fluctuated but I have always remained a fat girl, this being said I was surprised because I had just wore these shorts a week ago and they were not this loose which means I lost a lot of weight in a little amount of time. When I brought this up to my mother she acted as if I should be happy that I am shedding so much weight so quickly. I’m not happy because it’s a side effect of my depression and loosing to much weight to quickly is more harmful that good. I’m fat because I love food and I love to eat and because my family is primarily fat people with the skinny ones being married and when I am unhappy, depressed, and miserable I don’t eat. I lose my appetite and desire to feed myself. This is NOT a good thing and I don’t appreciate people telling me that it’s a good thing to be depressed if it means I lose weight.
Sorry, this is gonna be a long one. I have to let it all out.
This 4th of July I had to spend with my grandparents and my mom. So we went out to dinner that evening. I thought it would be nice to be out enjoying the nice day. Anyway, the entire time, my grandmother kept focusing on my weight while I was eating stating that I was losing weight or some bullshit. I explained to her that I was not dieting and do not care to diet because they don’t work. She just kept focusing on my size the entire dinner. I felt so uncomfortable about it. It just made me so angry because instead of at least asking about other things in my life. The only thing she cares about is my weight. I love my granny, but she is a pain to deal with sometimes. She is obsessed with weight, I mean OBSESSED to the point that she says she needs to diet and only wants to eat grapefruit because she wants to stay thin. She is freakin 80 years old. Why is she so concerned about staying thin instead of worrying about other things? I just dont get it.
Later that night, she asked my mom what we eat and stuff and my mom said that we ate a burger the other day. My granny was like “you don’t need to feed her a burger ever. That is the wrong thing to be giving her!” Basically, because I am fat, I am not supposed to eat what is seen as unhealthy food, but they eat the SAME foods all the time. I am fucking 26 years old and do not need someone to tell me how to eat for my damn body. I know how to properly feed myself, I dont need a teacher. People seem to think that fat people are stupid and dont know how to take care of ourselves. I hate to say this, but I am sick and fucking tired of people concern trolling me and thinking that I want to be thin and that I should be thin.
The whole entire day was a mess because she constantly keeps focusing on my food intake and what I eat and how much I eat. Then she keeps talking about my body all the fucking time saying that my legs are big and how she has thin skinny legs. I feel like a fucking joke because she just thinks talking about me is alright. I have told her numerous times that I dont like the way she is treating me, but she says “I’m being too sensitive and that she didnt mean it.” I hate fucking thin privilege and I am really angry right now, because I want to be treated as a person not a caricature of stereotypes that people associate with us. I want to be HUMAN! I want to be real and I want to be treated like a person!!!! Is it that hard for people to understand? Even family members?
Thin privilege is never being insulted for giving money to a homeless person.
The other day I was eating lunch at the front of a coffee shop, when a homeless man approached me and asked for some change. I happily obliged, giving him a few dollars (it was all I had left in my purse). But instead of thanking me, he said, “That’s all you’re giving me? What, are you saving the rest of your money to stuff your fat face some more?!”
I was so shocked, I almost felt like crying. Even when fat people do a good deed, we are still faced with hatred and fatphobia. It’s sad how a single comment can ruin an enjoyable lunch break. :(
Recently I have started a gluten free diet because I have a suspected gluten-intolerance (not the same as Celiac FYI) but it’s not 100% proven because I would have to pay a specialist a ridiculous amount of money to be allergy tested ($800 AU). My GP said that he believed I probably had a gluten intolerance and to adopt a gluten free diet for the foreseeable future as I told him that already doing so had helped with my symptoms considerably. Unfortunately, blood tests cannot diagnose an allergy to gluten, it will only detect Celiac Disease.
Anyway, so I haven’t been eating gluten for quite some time now and it’s made me feel so much better, a big indicator that this was what made me feel tired and gave me stomach cramps that were so bad I had to stay at home from University. But now of course, I have to ask when I go out to eat if certain things are gluten free and I have to explain to people that I don’t eat gluten.
And the number one response? Not ‘oh, are you Celiac? Are you allergic to wheat?’ or something like that. No, nearly every single time the reaction is ‘is it because you’re on one of those diets or something?’ or ‘are you doing it to lose weight?’.
And I have to wonder; would I get these questions if I wasn’t fat? I am small fat, what you would probably call an in-between person (about 50% of the time I fit into the top end of straight-size clothing, depending on the store) but I am also a big person. I’m tall with wide shoulders and hips. I doubt that I would if I looked like the other two people I know who have the same condition, both of whom are below 5’5” and are size 8-10 (I don’t know what that is in US sizes, sorry!)
Another thing that has annoyed me too is looking up gluten free recipes and being bombarded with “GREAT WAY TO LOSE WEIGHT” and “LOW FAT AND GREAT FOR YOU!” as the number one selling points of these products or recipes. Why should laying off gluten immediately be about being thin and therefore some sort of ‘good person’?
Thin privilege is being able to have special dietary requirements and not have people assume this is because you are trying to lose weight.
Oh, and I haven’t lost any weight since the change in my diet. Funny, that.
Thin privilege is making a point in a discussion and never having the counter point consist of calling you Jabba the Hutt and asking how you’ve managed not to drown in a river of all the jelly from the doughnuts you’ve eaten.
Thin privilege is not having to worry about your family members and “friends” making nasty comments about what and how much you’re eating at gatherings, despite them eating far more than you. (This is why I avoid family holidays)
So, I submitted an ask and probably shouldn’t have done it through there but through this. My question was about if it was okay for me to want skinny children.
As a fat woman for my entire life, I have been picked on, bullied, had trouble finding clothes, told I’m worthless for being heavy, so on. It traumatized me because it wasn’t just peers who did the bullying.
With that said, I should have been more specific in my ask. I do not have children currently. What meant in my ask was about wishful thinking. I would never ever ever ever put my (future) children through what my family did to me. I will love them no matter what size they are, whether they’re gay, straight, fat, skinny, disabled, etc. I will nevertell my children they need to lose weight or bring up anything to do with it. My ask was entirely wishful thinking. Just like every parent and future parent, they want the perfect life for their children.
All fucking day.
I am small fat, on the chubby side, I guess. At 14, I stand at 4’11 and weigh around 150 pounds. I am fat(ish), but on the smaller side of the spectrum. Growing up, I’ve had terribly crippling body issues. Because of this, I’ve dealt with trying to purge, self harm, trying to starve myself, and I sometimes compulsively, nervously eat, causing me to gain weight. My entire family fat shames me on a daily basis, my mom telling me boys won’t like me or notice me until I lose “20 pounds or so”, my dad telling me I need to be “healthy”. I admit I do eat poorly at times, and I am moderately sedentary (although I do dance and walk frequently), but that’s besides the point.
My grandpa visited from Italy a few months back, and I immediately dreaded his arrival. He always used to tell me I was gorgeous, things like that. Since he’d last seen me, I’d gained probably 20 pounds from having a thyroid issue (yes, those exist, despite what fat shaming people think). When he first saw me, he smiled.
And then he paused.
He made an expression of vague distaste, eyes running me up and down. And then he smiled fakely. He said hello to me, and then he gave me a hug. He patted and squeezed my thighs, not in an affectionate way, mind you, obviously observing how apparently big they were. I felt sick to my stomach. This is the same grandfather, who, a few years back, upon seeing me eat a piece of bread, told me I needed to start working out so I could lose my “big belly”.
He didn’t say anything outwardly until later that night. My suspicions were proved to be true when he, my father and I sat at the dinner table and had dinner.
The entire time, my dad and grandpa spoke about losing weight, about healthy eating choices, about how terrible and evil and god-awful anything with more than 150 calories was. The entire time, my grandpa would look at me and raise his eyebrows, as if expecting me to immediately stop eating or something.
I was eating a significantly smaller portion of pasta than my grandfather and dad, but still he shook his head disapprovingly as I ate, and accepted my dad’s offer when he asked if I wanted some more. I knew what he was thinking, but I didn’t want to believe it.
I had one small piece of bread, and after seeing everyone else was taking one more piece, I reached for another. What happened next absolutely humiliated me.
My father yelled at me to drop it. “You eat too much, already. Put it down.” I guess eating less than him and my grandpa means I was eating “too much” (the portion size was very very very small). I did, and my grandpa followed up by saying, “See? This is why you’re fat.”
I felt dizzy. At that moment I wanted to throw up, or die, or both. Without responding, tears stinging my eyes, I picked up my plate and dropped it into the sink. And then I left in complete and utter embarrassment.
Thin privilege is being able to be regarded normally by visiting relatives, rather than only be body policed.
Thin privilege is being able to eat what you want in front of your family, without being humiliated and ostracized for it.
I was at a cafe and I ordered a latte. The waitress specifically asks me ‘just a regular latte? You don’t want a skinny latte?’
Yeah, cos I’m fat and I MUST be wanting to lose weight, so I MUST be on a diet and so I MUST want non fat milk. And if I don’t, it’s a mistake she is kindly helping me correct. When I insisted that “yes, I just want a regular latter” she went “hmmm” at me before walking away.
Why is it so difficult to believe that I don’t want to lose weight? That my boobs and my ass are perfectly sexy to me?
Thin privilege is being in a cafe and being allowed to order in peace without having a perfect stranger correct and judge what you eat.
***Edited to remove transphobic language. -FBP