So the other day I went and got my hair done. (It’s fucking awesome, by the way.) I’m not even sure how it came up, but my stylist and I were talking, and I said something like, “I’m an old, fat lady –” and I didn’t get to finish because she was loudly telling me, “You’re not fat!”
Now look. I get it. She equates fat with an insult, but honey. I’m over 300 lbs. I’m FAT. This isn’t up for debate or discussion. So I said, “I didn’t say I was *ugly; I said I was *fat,” and she repeated how I was NOT fat.
Y’all, I’m gonna need you to stop doing that to your fat friends. We have mirrors and eyes. We get input from society. We ARE fat, and that’s not a big deal UNLESS YOU MAKE IT ONE. Fat isn’t a bad word. I wasn’t saying I was lazy or unsexy or ugly or anything else. I was just describing myself. (Related: why no pushback on the “old” part? That’s the part I’d have called my ass out on. 😂)
So unless your friend is actually NOT AT ALL FAT, let them describe themselves that way. When you argue about it, it’s just…well, it’s kinda ludicrous. We know your intent is to make us feel better, but it does NOT make us feel better because now we wonder how you REALLY think of us since clearly “fat” is a bad word in your mind.
Wife to Bill.
Mother of Matt, Lenna, and Tricia.
Managing Editor of Audaciously Fat.
Mammalian servant to an avian despot, Courtney Lovebird.
Deliriously happy about all of it.