And I think you might have figured out by the title of this blog that I don’t mind the word “fat” being applied to me.
The word “fat” is a powerful word. We’ve been taught as fat women to let that word mean a lot of things other than “large sized body”. I remember growing up when schoolyard bullies would call me “fat” or “fatass”, it often translated to “undesireable” or “lazy” or “sloppy” or “stinky”. Those are the messages that can really mess with our heads as women with fat bodies.
Several years ago, I decided to start correcting people when they called me “overweight” or “plump” or “heavy”.
Because really? We’re ALL heavy. Even people that weigh 120 pounds are “heavy”. If you don’t think so, try carrying their ass up a few dozen flights of stairs and then tell me they aren’t heavy.
People often try to avoid saying the word “fat” in front of fat people because some of us get our feelers hurt by that word. I’m a person who does not. I would much rather someone say that I am fat than watch them struggle to come up with a word like “plump” that means the exact same thing. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not about watching them struggle, it’s about owning my body as “fat” and not as another word that means the same thing but that feels like a lie…or worse yet, like pity.
Because I don’t want to be pitied. I’m a fat woman but I’m FINE as hell with a great attitude and beautiful in all aspects. I work hard. I am an amazing friend. I’m smart as fuck. And I smell REALLY nice.
I do enjoy saying “FAT” in front of people and watching them grab their chests and want to faint. Because how dare I say the truth in a way that is unapologetic, right? How dare I as a fat woman take that word and wear it like a badge of honor? FAT.
FAT is not UGLY.
FAT is not SMELLY.
FAT is not STUPID.
FAT is just FAT.
Say it out loud. I dare you!