Today, I know I am fat.
Ten years ago, being fat was the worst thing I could ever contemplate.
Today, being fat is fine.
Ten years ago, the word fat was loaded with fear and disgust.
Today, the word fat is a descriptive word only, with no moral judgement.
Ten years ago, the idea of getting fat terrified me.
Today, I don't fear getting fat, because I already am.
Ten years ago, despite being 'underweight', I hated the fat I thought I could see all over my body.
Today, I know there is nothing to fear.
Ten years ago I would have chosen to stay ill rather than take the medications which would help me to get better, but cause massive weight gain.
Today, I take those medications daily.
Ten years ago I thought that fat was the ultimate unhealthy thing I could be.
Today, I know that that anorexia was way more self-destructive, damaging and unhealthy.
Ten years ago, I thought that telling other women how fat I looked, and how awful that was, was normal and ok.
Today, I know that moaning to other women about my body's appearance reinforces the view in all of us that women's bodies should look a certain way.
Ten years ago, the word fat was nothing but an insult.
Today, the word fat is nothing but a descriptive term.
Ten years ago, if someone told me how flattering an outfit was on me, I'd be pleased.
Today, if someone tells me how flattering an outfit is, I know that they really mean it hides the areas they don't consider acceptable.
- Reclaiming the Word Fat
- Fat is an adjective, not an attack
- The words we learn to read; Reclaiming Fat
- Rejecting the notion of the flattering outfit
- My Big Fat Wish List