Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Fat Shaming, Bullying, and Body Negativity

I'm an active plus sized woman.  I go to the gym everyday.  I work many hours on my feet.  I don't eat exactly right, but I enjoy my food and don't obsess over it (much).  At the end of the day, my calorie and carb count is usually in the deficit, but I'm human and sometimes I slip.

Would you know all of this without me telling you?  No.  Would you know all of this just by looking at me?  Hell no.  To look at me, you'd probably think I'm lazy and that I don't care what I put in my body, because, as I stated, I'm fairly obese.   The thing about that is that a lot of people would assume that because I'm obese I'm lazy and, therefore, they can say what they want about me and my body. 

This is where things are about to get hairy.  Society has become obsessed with body image, because the media has become obsessed with it.  They have made half-hearted attempts at "body acceptance" and have touched on the subjects of fat shaming, bullying, and body negativity.  Unfortunately, it's all been from the perspective of healthy, thin people who look and sound patronizing when they say "we should all love our bodies no matter the size and not judge each other".  Yeah, that's great to say if you're a freakin' size 2 and spent ninety percent of your life making fun of the fat kids behind their backs. 


Then there's the people who say that we shouldn't practice body acceptance because that makes "fat people think it's okay to be overweight."  Newsflash, it is okay to be overweight.  Why do I say that?  Because it isn't anyone else's business if I'm overweight.   It's my problem to take care of and the only person who is allowed to judge my body is me.  



 While most people think that fat shaming is simply making people feel bad about being overweight, it's more than that.  It's this attitude that me being overweight is somehow offensive to someone else, as if they have a body made of pure gold and mine is somehow tarnishing it by association.  It's ridiculous and gives these people a swollen head to think that their opinion should matter to anyone other than themselves.



Bullying is what happens when people who believe in fat shaming have children.  No, I joke, but seriously . . .this happens far too often, not just to children but to adults.  Jokes at an overweight person's expense is bullying.  Making people feel less than socially acceptable is bullying.  Whispering behind someone's back is bullying.  Bullying makes people fall into depressions and has many negative repercussions, such as self-harm, substance abuse, and suicide.  Bullying is something parents need to get a grip on before it goes too far.  People never really grow out of bullying.  They just move on from bullying to, well, fat shaming.






Body negativity is the fact that it's not just obese people that get bullied and shamed and picked on.  People have a bad tendency to look at a person who is skinny and automatically assume that that person is anorexic or bulimic.  They see a fit woman working out and think she's obsessed or showing off.  They see a fit man and assume he's a douchebag concerned with is own body image and ego. A lot of it is media induced, where any skinny woman (whether naturally or from a lot of hard work) is either admired or criticized for her size.  Some of it is envy and petty jealousy.  Such as, thinking there's no way a person looks that good naturally since I don't so obviously they're starving themselves or throwing up their food.  This kind of body negativity needs to stop.  We should all be ashamed of ourselves for acting this way, not for what we see in the mirror.



 Here's the thing:  why do we care?  Why do any of us care what anyone who we're not a). banging or b). raising looks like?  The only thing we should care about is our health and how we see ourselves.  Oh, and that's another thing.  When people claim fake concern about people's health during their fat shaming . . .mental health has a whole hell of a lot to do with physical health.  Making people feel like shit and then claiming that it's just because you're concerned is a great way to cause someone to either want to punch you in the face (me.  I would hard-core punch you in the face.)  or get severely depressed.  You're not concerned.  You're not worried.  You're an asshole.  Don't be an asshole, learn to respect others, and worry about your own body, instead of anyone else's.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

The Obligatory "Goodbye 2013, Hello 2014" Blog

It seems like the internet is clogged down with blogs and status updates about kissing the old year good bye and welcoming in the new year.  I figured I would sit down and do one, too, but as soon as I put my fingers to my keyboard, I realized something important.   For all of the horrible things that have went on this past year, it still has been the best year for me in a lot of ways.  I'm not sure if I'm ready for a new year, yet here we are, two days into it already.


Reasons why I'm not bitter about 2013:

1.  We survived 2012 and it's supposed doom.

Okay, okay, I know it's dumb, but . . .with all of the gloom and doom talk at the end of 2012, one can get paranoid.  I never believed in the whole "Mayan Calendar" crap because, as my husband has pointed out, who knows what happened to the Mayans?  Maybe whatever happened to them happened before they finished making the calendar.  Or maybe they really were prophetic and saw how naïve the human race was to become and that was their cruel joke.  Either way, most people sweated away the month of December in 2012 and gave us a whole new appreciation for 2013.

2.  I gained two new family members in 2013.



The first was my baby grand-nephew, Eli.  He's a chunk and a charmer and totally has his Aunt Nikki wrapped around his chubby little pinky.  Even if nothing else great happened in the past 12 months, he came in the world and made it a much happier place.



The second was my husband, Jeromy.  We were married on St. Patrick's Day and it's a day that will always be special in my heart.  Yes, he was a member of my family before we said our vows.  That just made it all nice and legal and official.  He's probably my favorite person in the entire world-though there are days when he would beg to differ, I'm sure.

3.  I grew up.

Six years ago, I took a job at a fast food restaurant, the local McDonald's.  I hated this place with a passion by the time I quit, though I made some of the best friends I've ever had while working there.  There came a time when I realized I had to step away from the dead-end job and start looking for a future.  I quit there and got two part time jobs that work around my school schedule in a way that didn't make them seem resentful that I was doing something else with my life other than serve hamburgers.  I'm not going to say that my experience there was always bad, because it wasn't.  It just wasn't conducive to growing up-at least not for me.  I loved the steady paycheck while I figured out what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be, and I'll always be grateful for the opportunity to feed and clothe myself in the meantime. 

4.  Drama came to a head and, quickly, to a close.

There were painful parts of my life that I kept hidden from mostly everyone who knew me, except my mama and my husband, of course.  Those came out into the open this last year and a lot of it was like ripping the scab off a wound-painful but it had to happen sometime.  Things aren't patched up like brand new and there will always be backlash, but I know I'm stronger and better for what happened. 

5.  I did not go to my high school reunion.

This might seem like a bad thing to some people.  For me, it was an act of willpower and strength.  I wasn't liked in high school.  I had a close knit group of people I hung out with, barely any of which I graduated amongst.  In fact, I was way younger than anyone in my graduating class and I still feel out of place around them.  I used to say that I would be this better person, to the point that at my high school reunion people would realize how horrible they treated me and feel bad.  Now I know better.  I'm not a better person.  I am the same person, all grown up, and those same people that used to make me feel like crap?  They're the same people, too, who either wouldn't remember or wouldn't care.  There was absolutely no reason to go there and revisit those feelings all over again.  I was better than that then and I'm better than that now.  As a teacher, and now friend, once told me, "Invite them to your first book signing."  I plan to do just that.

6. I earned and maintained a 4.0 GPA.

This was not easy.  I don't give a damn if you're a genius or an idiot savant.  Working two jobs and maintaining that GPA is hard work.  I earned ever .10 of that.  Everyone says that your GPA in college doesn't matter, that you get the same degree regardless.  Sure, you do, but for someone like me who refuses to do less than my best on any assignment, GPA matters.  I was the kid in high school who would argue with the teacher over a 99 because it wasn't a 100.  I'm pretty sure that a 3.9 would have had me in tears.


So, you see, I don't really think that 2014 could get much better for me. I have my family, my health, my education, and my job.  What could 2014 bring me that 2013 did not?