I was recently asked why we don’t weigh people like luggage to determine the cost of their airline ticket. Sure, particularly muscular and/or tall people would likely flip out since they would assume that this wasn’t meant for them but was rather was a punitive means of punishing fat people. And obviously you can’t tell whether or not someone will fit in a seat by their weight. But those aren’t the real reason that it’s not ok.
The real reason is that it’s not luggage. It’s my body.
It’s not a representation of greed or capitalism. It’s my body.
It’s not a picture without a head to accompany yet another OMGDEATHFAT article. It’s my body
It’s not a stand-in for my true health and well being. It’s my body.
It’s not for you to judge. It’s my body
Do you get it? It’s my body. So back off.
My body is far too valuable to be treated like a car whose worth is lowered because of some wear and tear. It’s far too astounding to be a metaphor or a political statement. It’s far too complicated to run on the same formula used to fuel a lawn mower. It is far too profound to be reduced to a ratio of weight and height. And it is far too amazing to be judged by anyone.
Because it’s my body.