Fit vs. Fat……it’s an us vs. them thing, right?
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
I read a blog yesterday by a writer who talked about how much healthier and happier she was now that she’s fit. The blog was quite long and from paragraph two she complained about fat people and their “fat ass[es].” All I could think was, “Ya, you sound happy.” Please, don’t leave me behind, I can’t wait to jump on your happy train.
Wait… is this that train where you’re like “Sweet! A train all to myself for once! Happiness!” And then you realize the only reason the train isn’t crowded is because you’re actually sharing it with an angry serial killer type fellow in the back seat who smells like death and is picking his teeth with the needle he just used to shoot up?
This is not us vs. them. Fit people, when women who are larger than you are say “I’m a real person too, and I love myself.” It’s not to piss you off. If you are pissed, you might consider meditating or talking to someone. I’m not being cute. I’m being serious. If you’re inspired to lovingly help people with unhealthy habits, dive right in. If you’re angry and pissed that I’m a size 16 and I chose to have a donut this morning, something ain’t right…with you.
Likewise, my plus size friends, skinny women are real women too. Because we actually do come in all different shapes and sizes. I mean, that’s what we tell our children. “Worry about yourself, we’re all different, embrace it.” If that’s not true, please, by all means let me know when the cut off age is for when it’s acceptable to be ACCEPTING OF OTHERS and different people, shapes and sizes. I’d like to let my daughter know how much longer she has to love and be loved unconditionally.
Things like this are not helpful:
And neither is this: