Public Service Message

[bicrim]

I'm putting this up as a public entry, which is very rare for me. This is a public service message to those people in the world who think it's appropriate, OK, sane, or reasonable in any way to comment on another person's body. It's not. For any reason.

Listen, people. I'm fat. I've been fat my whole adult life, and I don't see that changing any time soon, if ever. I'm fine with this most of the time. Really. I like my body. I'm not on a diet, not trying to lose weight, not spending my energy and time obsessing about calories and carbs and bullshit. I don't want to hear from family, friends, or strangers in the fucking street that they are "so concerned for my health". Fuck you. What you are concerned about is histrionic bullshit perpetrated by a patriarchal media driven society. Don't comment on my weight, don't comment on my size, don't comment to tell me you think I've gotten thinner, or fatter, or fucking more purple. My body is mine, get it? Not yours. You don't get to have a fucking opinion on it.

While we are on the subject, I don't want to hear about your diet, your weight loss surgery, or anything else that lets me know just how much you hate yourself. You are eating healthier food and getting exercise, and you feel great? Good! I'm happy for you! There is a big fucking difference between that conversation and the innumerable ones that I have been forced to listen to since I was a little kid that involve the obsessive and often unhealthy things dieters do to themselves in order to feed their fantasy of being thin. I don't want to know how many fucking points you ate today. I don't care about your carb to protein ratio, and if I have to hear one more word about what you weighed this morning I will kill someone. What I really don't want to hear about, though? Is how you think that your diet or extreme mutilation of your GI tract is just what I fucking need. Which is what people, those who know me and those who don't, feel the need to tell me on a regular fucking basis.

So, please get this through your heads. My body is not public property. It's mine, and you don't have the right to say a god damned thing about it. My eating habits, exercise routine, and medical status are my fucking business, not yours, so take your fake concern and shove it up your ass. I have the right to be in public space without being your personal freak show, your cause of the day, or your whipping girl. I'm fat, and that is no more or less important or interesting than the fact that I have brown eyes or short hair. Get over it, I certainly have.

Comments

[sblmnldrknss.livejournal.com]

I hear you! I feel sooo vindicated that over the last month I've lost a few inches and I have done NOTHING but make better food choices and made a conscious effort to eat less in general. Nothing wacky, nothing weird, just trying to be healthier. I win!

[lunachele.livejournal.com]

Brava! Why in the world people think they have the right to go there is beyond me.

[leatherfish.livejournal.com]

You are so right on with this. Good for you.