Another op-ed about fat shaming graces the pages of the paper of record, because . . . we’re a nation of overweight people and we want to stop feeling badly about it. It’s now a thing, called “fat shaming,” and it’s wrong because any word that diminishes a person’s self-esteem plus “shaming” is wrong.
Most people are startled by my unapologetic use of “fat” to describe not only the heroine of my novel, but my own body. To a majority of people, fat can never be anything but an insult. So I’ve explained again and again that fat activists use the word proudly in an effort to destigmatize not only the word, but by extension, the fat body.
By “most people,” fat activist Sarai Walker probably means most people she comes across, who give enough of a shit about the issue to spend their time paying attention to the self-absorption of fat activists. I say that only because “most people” couldn’t care less.
But having shed over 30 pounds in the past few months (Atkins, if you must know, and I don’t care what you think, as it works for me), I have some authority to speak to the issue. It’s not that I was never thin, but over the past decade, my careful eating habits served only to delay the inevitable accumulation of fat around my middle. It caught up with me. With a vengeance. Continue reading
