Fat Glamour

"It’s about eradicating ‘obesity,’ 

which is just a weasel-way of saying 

‘reduce the number of fat people.’ 

And no, 

I’m not okay 

with campaigns to reduce/eliminate people 

who look like me. 

Considering diets fail upwards of 95% 

of the time long-term, 

there’s no way to eliminate fat people, 

even if every single fat person 

 was forced to diet, 

or had the affordability of ‘bad foods’ 

taxed away, and so on...

The metabolism is a complex system 

with many variables. 

Efficiency of the system 

varies not only from person to person, 

but throughout someone’s life. 

That’s the second law

 of thermodynamics, 

the one that governs 

chemical reactions. 

You’re hung up on the first law, 

which is just a conservation law (bookkeeping). 

Humans aren’t lawnmowers. 

God I hate educating you trolls." 

- Thin Privilege blog on Tumblr 

 

It's been a while

since I did a fat-positive post.

I saw these pics of Tatiana Gaiao 

and immediately felt inspired to blog about fat beauty.

I have a body like hers.

Why am I not taking more sexy underwear pictures??

Ok, my schools might not love the idea of an instructor posing in their skivvies, but I could do some nice, tastefully done glamour pics, I'm sure.

Why waste all these delicious curves of mine?

I need to set up my tripod and start self portraitizing.

The blog I got these pics from is called "Thin Privilege" and describes thin privilege thusly:

Thin privilege systematically reduces each of us to our dress size, or hip measurement, or waist size; then grants favors, opportunities, or simple lack of punishment when the numbers are low enough. 

Yup.
That is what I've been living with for 48 years.
Rewarded and praised for losing weight,
shamed and pitied for gaining weight.
It's old,
unoriginal,
requires no bravery,
requires no discernment,
it's barking like every average Joe and Jil who
thinks that fat people are lazy slobs
and
thin people are magically disciplined and superior.
Yawn.

BUT...and everyone loves a big BUTT...
this is not a rant on fat acceptance per se.
Let the experts blog about that
click here for an excellent blog about fat hate
or click here for a retort to the fat-is-unhealthy nonsense.
That's not what I'm on about today.

What I'm on about today is looking good
as a fat person.
Today I'm feeling the
I'm-beautiful vibe, and I hear the voice of positive self esteem
like an angel on my shoulder,
but that damned devil on my shoulder is quacking
like a demeaning devil-duck.
Shut up, devil duck.

When I get like this, I know the drill.
I know how to get myself to feel confident and loveable.

First, go visit the Museum of Fat Love (click here) and look at all the cute guys/gals loving their fat girlfriends/wives, especially the cute grown-up Harry Potter-looking guy who gives me hope that I'll find one for myself every time I look at him.
Then I click on my fat-positive links in the right side bar of my blog.
Reading articulate, rational, well reasoned articles on why fat-shaming has nothing to do with good health puts me on the right track mentally.

Then I look at pictures of beautiful fat women such as Brazilian plus-size model Tatiana Gaiao and feel the reassurance that my body is beautiful in all its curvaceous glory. I think I need to make a trip to Brazil.

Then I doll myself up,
go out into the world,
project confidence and sexy-love
and observe the magic of
male heads turning,
unexpected flirting,
and general compliments on how I'm glowing.
It works
every
single
time.

Cuz even when we're dolled up to the hilt and look our best, if we're projecting brokenness, broken-heartedness, low self worth, self-consciousness, and wishing we had the magically thin body that will make someone fill in the blanks in ourselves with their miraculous love, no one will come into our energy field.
No one good, anyway.
The ones that will come to us when we're using all our energy to put ourselves down, whine about how ugly we are in hopes of getting someone to build us up, are the ones who will abuse us, put us down, try to dominate or control us, or even worse they'll buy into our self hatred and tell us that they'll love us despite our hideous flaws.

Um, no.

Don't go out into the world expecting someone else to be the spackle that fills in the cracks of your self esteem.
Go out with a glittery glow around your heart.
Go out knowing that what you have, just as you are, is beautiful and desirable.

Hold your head high.
Smile warmly.
Smile inwardly.
Know that you are lovely in the here and now.

If you have to scroll around blogs like this one (click here)
and say to yourself,
"I'm cute like that!"
or
"I'm sexy like that!"
or
"Her confidence is attracting cute people to want to be with her. I can do that!!"
then
do
that.

Don't let the haters win.
Don't let this thin obsessed culture win.
Don't let Jillian Michaels win.
Don't let every skinny young actress on the red carpet claim glamour as their territory.

I am fighting a cold and my energy is kinda low
but I'm still going to walk out of my house tonight
to go to work
with a bad-itude,
like I'm Queen Shit of all things sexy.

Act the way you want to be treated.
Try it.
Watch the world respond.

Oh, and P.S.
I was looking for pictures of Lady Gaga with this supposed extra 25 pounds.
They all looked photoshopped to me.
Then I found this one...

This looks legit.
Um, she looks fcking gorgeous
like something out of a 1940s film.
I love her in all her iterations.
And this is not "fat" by the way.
She's just kinda middle of the road sized.
She doesn't have to weigh 100 pounds to be hot.
So shut up about fat Gaga.
She looks beautiful!

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