I’ve been struggling with the blog because I’ve been in kind of a weird place. While I was away I got some suggestions from readers on stuff to blog about:
There’s a twitter hash tag right now called “how to piss off a fat person” where person after person says hateful mean spirited things about fat people.
A purported “wellness center” run by “healthcare professionals” has the language “Are you dealing with “man-boobs”? Or “muffin-top”? on their wellness website.
A friend told me that he was in love with me for a long time before he got married but just “couldn’t date a fat chick”. It made me remember that there are people who reject me as a possible partner out of hand because they don’t find my body amazing and beautiful – I honestly forget that sometimes.
I had a moment of feeling some combination of sad and angry about all of it, but then I came to some realizations:
I would never, ever, spend my time writing hateful and mean-spirited things about a group of people. I’m way better than that. How broken do you have to be to think that this is a good way to spend your limited time on Earth?
I found out about the “Wellness Center” from someone who asked me what I thought, so I had the opportunity to un-recommend them and maybe save some people from their business model of taking client’s self esteem and selling it back to them at a profit (as my friend CJ Legare would say).
The fact that dating me means choosing to see beyond the stereotype of beauty is a natural screening process for cowards. And that’s awesome, because you must be this brave to ride this ride.
And then there was Glee (SPOILERS AHEAD)
First, the speech that Blaine gave Kurt and then the amazing kiss. I remember being in college and watching Ellen’s coming out episode and all the controversy around her just saying that she was gay. When I see how far we’ve come as a society when it comes to being ok with people loving each other, it makes my heart so happy.
Lauren and Puck – so much yay.
And then the final song. The icing on the cake of my crazy week. How can you not love lyrics like
And hey, all I do is shake it off
I’ll get you back when I’m your boss
I’m not thinkin’ ’bout you haters
‘Cause hey, I could be a superstar
I’ll see you when you wash my car
You wanna be a loser like me
Then all my happy came back. I remembered that I am one of only 2 in 10 women who actually like their bodies. I remembered that I am lucky enough to love to doing things that I’m really good at and for which I’m appreciated. My life is actually incredibly awesome.
Yes, horrible things are being done to fat people and there are blogs to write and wrongs to right but today I’m just going to take a breath and be grateful for a minute because plenty of people want to be a loser like me!