For so many years, I have gone back and forth on whether I’m a good fatty or a bad fatty.
You know, the good fatty has perfect health, is fabulously nimble and flexible, is never out of breath, and never ever eats in an unhealthy fashion.
It makes me sad to think of all the guilt and unhappiness I created in my own life chasing after the impossible dream of being a good fatty. I mean, if I have to be a fatty, at least, I should be a good fatty! What a waste of time and energy.
I’ve come to understand there is no such thing as a “good” fatty. Just as there is no such thing as a “bad” fatty.
There are just fat people. And people are not perfect. Ever. No matter what size they are.
Fat people are just like all other sizes of people – our state of health varies; our physical condition varies; and what and how much we eat at different times varies. The main difference is that if you’re a fatty, some people think they get to make judgments about your health, character and intelligence based on your size.
How dare ANYONE think they can decide my worth as a human being or my right to simply exist? And what does that say about the kind of person who would be willing to make that kind of a decision about someone else?
So let’s hear it for fatties! ALL fatties.