I know it’s been a while since I said something. But I needed to say something about this: Fat Shaming does NOT need to make a comeback. James Corden is right.
I feel like I’m on the Shame Walk of Cersei Lannister.
Let me tell you my personal experience with fat shaming.
From childhood, I was fat shamed. My mother did it, my siblings did it, even my father did it. I have been on a diet since I was eight.
Everybody in my life has fat shamed me. My friends commented on my weight every day. Society has, for generations, pushed a rail-thin “heroin chic” (they still do) and hundreds of weight loss products.
Most of these people say I should stop eating. They shamed me, every meal I ate.
Unfortunately, to cope with the shame, I ate more.
I am 4’ 11”. I weigh 265 pounds. I have type 2 diabetes. I am 42 years old. I have no husband. I have no children.
Do you think that a stressor for people who have no coping skills besides eating is a good idea?
By the way, I am not saying all fat people use eating as a coping skill. I am saying that I did.
What I am saying is, fat shaming never worked for me.
I know I am too fat to live in peace. I know I am supposed to live in shame.
I live in this body.
I have mirrors.
I know what I look like.
And I’m stuck eating to cope with this pain and hate.
Your so-called concern looks like hate, walks like hate, and talks like hate, so therefore it is hate.
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it is a duck.
As for the screams of “IT GLAMORIZES UNHEALTHINESS!!!!” Let me say this: I know. I hear it all the time.
But must I sacrifice my mental health for my physical health?