Sometimes being a fat chick isn't that bad. There are times when you find people who don't judge you by your looks and there are times when you can connect with similarly shaped people. That's not to say it's easy or that these events happen a lot - do not make the mistake of thinking everything is great just because of a few chance moments.
Just like other things in life it's never all bad nor all good. It is what it is and I grab hold of any good moments with a ferocity that startles -- okay scares the hell out of -- people.
You see being fat doesn't mean I have to hate myself, the world around me or even the people who would so readily judge me. I don't have to be anything nor do I have to act a certain way -- ashamed -- to appease the fat haters. I can be fat and simultaneously be happy, fun, cute, sweet, gorgeous and sexy! Le sexy purr.
Here's a little secret I've never told anyone: I actually like being fat. Gasp
I like it because I'm not pretending to be someone or something I'm not. I'm not a "skinny chick living in a fat chick's body" or some other nonsense.
I like it because I'm not like everyone else. I'm not just another pretty thin chick; I'm the pretty fat chick.
I like being content with my body no matter how big, how strange and no matter what weird stuff it might do. Dear body, I've had my gallbladder removed for over a year now. Do you think you could stop with the gallbladder pain now? Sincerely, Me.
I am not just my body. I am not just fat or just blue eyed. I am complex and kooky and definitely cute. My body may be what you initially see but it's not entirely me. I have feelings, no way! and I have a pretty amazing and rather interesting -- strange -- brain. Just because these things are not outwardly visible doesn't mean they don't exist.
There's also one last thing I like about being fat. It's a little two sided and one side isn't so great, but the other side is phenomenal.
It may take me longer to find an outfit I like and feel comfortable in but when I do I absolutely nail it! I get more compliments on my great outfit and how fantastic I look than my conventionally beautiful -- thin -- friends. While I don't gloat or base my whole identity on looking better than my friends, the compliments sure help to make me feel validated, noticed and pretty.
Just to be clear the times I do get complimented more I always shift the focus to my friends as well because we are all beautiful.
So being fat isn't always hard nor is it always awful. There are times when people and events are so amazing I can completely forget I'm the fat chick and just enjoy myself being human.
Just remember: I am more than my body.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Assumptions of Trolls
One common assumption by trolls is that because I'm fat I must eat a lot and not exercise. I must also be lazy and smelly and unclean. Don'tcha know?
Oh how little you know me, ye of such overpowering knowledge that ye knowest all while us mere mortals do quiver in fear.
Puh-lease. These trolls know nothing about me or my lifestyle or my physical/mental health. They know nada. Nothing. Zip. And yet they will tell myself, and every other fat person they see, that they know why we are fat and how to fix it.
Apart from this being extraordinarily rude, condescending and just down right stupid it's also maddening. But I won't go into that right now, maybe another time when it bothers me slightly less and I can formulate a decent post that doesn't consist of volumes of swearing.
As I've said before, and so will say again, I can't talk for other people. I can only express my thoughts and how I live blah blah blah. So let me get a few things off my chest.
Firstly, I don't eat much at all. I still have friends who are stunned by how much less I eat than them. This isn't because I don't want to eat vast amounts when I'm with someone to try and hide my real eating habits. Whether I'm with someone or not I still don't eat much. Of course there are days -- usually relating to PMS -- when I'm ravenous and will want to eat everything I see, but I don't. The argument "you eat too much" is invalid here. Move on, there's nothing to see here.
Secondly, you may earn yourself a troll point because I don't exercise. Yeah, yeah I should blah blah blah. When you've figured out a way for me to exercise that doesn't result in my mood to fall below an acceptable level resulting in me attempting to commit suicide, then we'll talk. No, dear, I would not rather be dead than fat.
Thirdly, I'll admit I have lazy moments, but that does not make me lazy. How many times have you procrastinated because you were feeling lazy? How many times have you decided to stay home one weekend and lounge on the sofa in your tracky dacks? Oh, a few times you say!! Does that make you a lazy person or just a person who indulges in a few lazy moments? Just because I'm fat doesn't automatically mean I do nothing but laze around being fat and whining about it. Next bubble to burst please.
Now here's one of my favourites. I've read a tweet from a nurse -- whom I used to follow -- about how she hated assisting in surgery when it was a fat person. Apparently their rolls always stink. Insert eye rolling here. From recent commentary on #thingsfatpeoplearetold I noticed that she wasn't the only person in a medical field to say something so outrageously stupid. In fact there are non-medical related people who just assume that because we're fat we smell. Wrong.
Let's deal with the surgical dribble first. If you've had any kind of procedure you know that you're not allowed to wear deodorant, nail polish, use hair products etc. The list is pretty long if you actually read it and, of course, it depends what procedure you may have. So whether you're fat or thin, tall or short, male or female you're presenting yourself unadorned and without deodorant.
Now here's something amazing: people sweat. People sweat when they're scared too and guess what a lot of us tend to feel when we're waiting for the nurse to come and tell us they're ready for you!? We feel scared.
Some people sweat more than others regardless of weight. It's something about adrenal glands or some such -- if you really want to know google it -- and they're different in each of us. Now let's think about all this for a moment.
No one having surgery can wear deodorant or perfume before the surgery.
Everyone sweats and may feel nervous or scared pre-surgery.
Some people can sweat more than others regardless of weight.
This means -- omfg the world is at an end -- that everyone has a chance of smelling bad and not because they have rolls. Would you look at that. That's just too amazing to fathom.
Of course we're not always walking around about to go into surgery and there's still the misconception that fat people stink just because... well... they must?
A lot of the same rules apply here that did above. People of all sizes may sweat more than others, which is usually the cause of the "smell". There are some fat people who sweat very little and, as such, don't "smell" but are still told they smell. Seriously that's all you can think of? You can't even stop and think why you think that and on what grounds you base this thought on?
Of course in the real world we have deodorant. Some folks don't like it and that's their own personal choice. There are some -- myself included -- who are so paranoid of being told they "smell" they end up wearing more than is necessary. I even take my Impulse deodorant with me in my bag in the event I do end up sweating and can spray a quick burst while I'm alone in the toilets. Yes, I will always wait until I get a minute alone so I don't upset anyone who may not like the smell of my pretty and sweet spray. It's called being considerate, trolls you should try that some time.
So anyway, this is turning into such a long rant I'm actually getting angry just thinking about all the variations of the same arguments.
These basic and stupid ideas probably don't even deserve their own post, but I've been thinking about them for a while and decided even the smallest things should be addressed. Acceptance and change both start with rearranging the smallest thoughts, which lead to amending bigger thoughts.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Unhealthy Commercials
While watching a little bit of tv today -- a real rarity for me -- I saw the latest Yoplait Formé Satisfy commercial. Technically it's been on air for quite a while, but I usually tune out when commercials come on!
This commercial isn't actually insulting, at least not to me, but it does make me sad that it apparently supports women dieting or not eating enough sustenance.
If you'd like to view the commercial it can ber found here.
For those who don't wish to watch the commercial I'll give you a quick run down. It depicts an office environment of females who are either singly or in groups. They're all thin and all rather attractive women. It shows them sitting at their desks, meeting area and conference desk all looking glumly at various "healthy" foods they'd packed for their lunch -- it could be just snacks. Rice cakes, a single large lettuce leaf etc. In one scene there are three women sitting at what appears to be a conference table where a plate of chocolate biscuits is placed in front of them. Each of the women politely decline and one is tempted but thinks better of it.
I'm sure you get the idea.
Now, I'm not actually insulted by this commercial as I said, but I find it rather sad that such things are expected and even cherished ideals. To starve ones self is not healthy by any definition of the word. Yet here is this environment, which mimics reality, where people are so obsessed with being thin that they refuse to eat anything that might have an ounce of fat!!
Sorry but this is just wrong. This ideal to be skinny, to remain skinny, is absurd.
In fact there is so much wrong with this cultural view I can't even put it all into words.
It's teaching young women -- all women -- that being thin is more desirable than even eating a proper healthy lunch/snack. This baffles my mind.
Now I realise that people probably don't pay that much attention to commercials nor are there a lot of people watching the commercial during midday viewing. However, the message is still clear and, in my opinion, is extremely unhealthy.
I also realise that Yoplait are just trying to sell their product -- in this case yogurt -- and so they'll try to appeal to their target demographic. This doesn't make it right nor does it promote positive body image to any demographic.
There are probably thousands of blogs talking about media advertising and such, but I just wanted to share my view of something that really unsettled me. As I said it's not so much insulting as it is unhealthy. I sincerely hope that the FA movement will -- one day -- be able to stop such unhealthy commercials and the unhealthy and unrealistic portrayal of women.
This commercial isn't actually insulting, at least not to me, but it does make me sad that it apparently supports women dieting or not eating enough sustenance.
If you'd like to view the commercial it can ber found here.
For those who don't wish to watch the commercial I'll give you a quick run down. It depicts an office environment of females who are either singly or in groups. They're all thin and all rather attractive women. It shows them sitting at their desks, meeting area and conference desk all looking glumly at various "healthy" foods they'd packed for their lunch -- it could be just snacks. Rice cakes, a single large lettuce leaf etc. In one scene there are three women sitting at what appears to be a conference table where a plate of chocolate biscuits is placed in front of them. Each of the women politely decline and one is tempted but thinks better of it.
I'm sure you get the idea.
Now, I'm not actually insulted by this commercial as I said, but I find it rather sad that such things are expected and even cherished ideals. To starve ones self is not healthy by any definition of the word. Yet here is this environment, which mimics reality, where people are so obsessed with being thin that they refuse to eat anything that might have an ounce of fat!!
Sorry but this is just wrong. This ideal to be skinny, to remain skinny, is absurd.
In fact there is so much wrong with this cultural view I can't even put it all into words.
It's teaching young women -- all women -- that being thin is more desirable than even eating a proper healthy lunch/snack. This baffles my mind.
Now I realise that people probably don't pay that much attention to commercials nor are there a lot of people watching the commercial during midday viewing. However, the message is still clear and, in my opinion, is extremely unhealthy.
I also realise that Yoplait are just trying to sell their product -- in this case yogurt -- and so they'll try to appeal to their target demographic. This doesn't make it right nor does it promote positive body image to any demographic.
There are probably thousands of blogs talking about media advertising and such, but I just wanted to share my view of something that really unsettled me. As I said it's not so much insulting as it is unhealthy. I sincerely hope that the FA movement will -- one day -- be able to stop such unhealthy commercials and the unhealthy and unrealistic portrayal of women.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Noteworthy Finds - Two: Dr Samantha Thomas
Like many of us fatties we've heard of Dr Samantha Thomas. If you haven't now would be a good time to get introduced to her!
I won't go into a long post about how much she rocks or just how fantastic, supportive and wonderful she is. I'm sure you'll see that when you read this article.
Chewing the fat over the reality of obesity
If I were to give articles a star rating this one would be 5/5. In my humble opinion of course.
I won't go into a long post about how much she rocks or just how fantastic, supportive and wonderful she is. I'm sure you'll see that when you read this article.
Chewing the fat over the reality of obesity
If I were to give articles a star rating this one would be 5/5. In my humble opinion of course.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Noteworthy Finds - One
I've decided to start a series of posts of notable, lovely, positive blog posts and/or articles. Don't worry, they won't be all the time but will crop up from time to time. I'll even label these posts so you can see all of them! I know right, it's so very exciting!!
I won't actually go through and dissect the entire articles/posts but I'll give a very brief summary so if it looks interesting to you -- and you don't follow my twitter feed -- you can just click the links and go read some wonderful writing.
Without rambling on about it here is my first offering:
"Aren't you worried about your health?"
Cosmo finally learns about HAES in a well polished, well thought out and well written article.
If you're not entirely sure what HAES (health at every size) is then this is a great introduction.
Also, if you're new to body positivity and Fat Acceptance this is a fantastic beginning.
My praise for this piece is epic.
I won't actually go through and dissect the entire articles/posts but I'll give a very brief summary so if it looks interesting to you -- and you don't follow my twitter feed -- you can just click the links and go read some wonderful writing.
Without rambling on about it here is my first offering:
"Aren't you worried about your health?"
Cosmo finally learns about HAES in a well polished, well thought out and well written article.
If you're not entirely sure what HAES (health at every size) is then this is a great introduction.
Also, if you're new to body positivity and Fat Acceptance this is a fantastic beginning.
My praise for this piece is epic.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Lack of a Role Model
Reading through that old post I wrote and republished has me thinking about delving deeper into why my choice of teenage magazine material truly affected me.
Sure there were the ultra-thin, airbrushed girls in the most up-to-date fashions with the beautifully applied make-up and meticulously placed hair who looked great even in the most awkward looking positions. And of course there were the chisel ab-ed hunks with their shirts off and oiled torso's looking like modern Greek Adonis' who I'd secretly think were gorgeous but would flick the page nonchalantly so no one would dare say "as if you'd ever be with someone that hot!"
Not to mention the fashion and The Best places to buy the Hottest outfits were all only up to a size 16. And on the rare occasion the magazines decided to briefly mention "Plus Size" they focussed solely on size 16's as if there couldn't possibly be a bigger size than that. In the end I would cry and vow to stop eating because this time it just had to work.
Thus I banned myself from reading magazine's or even looking at the pretty pictures. Banned for life, bitch.
But what was really making me so upset wasn't that everyone else appeared so happy and thin and beautiful and in love -- because all those gorgeous women were inevitably always paired with those oiled Adonis' -- but the mere fact that I wasn't good enough. I felt completely alone because I didn't know anyone my age that was also my size. I didn't have the internet back then so I didn't have access to online forums or chat rooms or websites where I wasn't the only fatty.
All my friends would rave about how wonderful the new issue of Girlfriend was and giggle about the seemingly sexy tales in Cosmo -- we never seemed to see the Cosmo sex lift-out thingy issues -- or comparing which shops they got nearly matching items from, while I sat in the corner nodding and smiling for all I was worth. My size and even my shape were not accommodated. I had no "role model" to look up to, no one that was a real shape or a real size that wasn't made smaller by the numerous tricks one can perform in Photoshop. In fact across the board of famous females there was not one I could identify with in regards to body image. I was standing alone on the precipice of an ever increasing gap between me and everyone else.
Of course this might not sound like much to you, to any of you, but for me it was lonely. That feeling of "standing in a room full of people but you're totally alone" summed up my life exactly. I had friends, a lot of them in fact and I was always there to listen when anyone needed to talk. There were even times I attempted to hide from people because they seemed to always want to talk with me! I did carve myself a niche and one that suited me extremely well for my high school years in Canberra. But I did that of my own volition and out of a desperate need of survival. I had to be that person because I saw early on that was the only person they (the student body) would accept and, maybe, respect.
Indeed I did survive without a role model and without models in magazines, tv stars or musical divas who looked anything like me. However it bloody well hurt to feel so alone, feeling like a freak and an abomination. In many ways -- and not solely because of this -- I had to grow up faster than my peers. I had to perceive things they did not have to and I had to be mindful of my place lest I stepped out of line. It was appropriate for me to be ashamed of myself and to apologise for my size. It was expected that I would be humble and sweet, occasionally depressed because I was fat but never, never, allowed to talk about it. If I did express joy or was genuinely happy someone would always come along and make sure my knees were cut out from under me. The message was clear: follow our rules or don't belong with us.
The need for a role model of achievable proportions is huge. At the time I didn't understand this simple concept and I couldn't understand why I was beginning to resent everything that symbolised "thin", "healthy", "perfect" and "beautiful". My resentment boiled over into silent rebellion and the choice to rebel against school policy and wear all black. I could go on about how this was some symbolic form of the death of my voice, the oppression, conformity etc but the truth was I felt safer wearing black. I was less noticeable and I looked smaller. Apparently even my teachers agreed because I was never asked to revert back to colour code (blue and white) like the rest of the kids were. Again, I was completely alone.
There is a real need for people of all sizes and shapes to be seen in positive body image projects. Whether these projects are workshops or seminars abolishing fat-phobia or seeing real people on the big screen to seeing real people in a band live on stage or just watching that beautiful fat lady walk down the street confidently without one nasty comment muttered. It's not just the teenagers of this world who want to see famous people who look like them in the public eye! It's about time real changes were made in this overly biased world.
Sure there were the ultra-thin, airbrushed girls in the most up-to-date fashions with the beautifully applied make-up and meticulously placed hair who looked great even in the most awkward looking positions. And of course there were the chisel ab-ed hunks with their shirts off and oiled torso's looking like modern Greek Adonis' who I'd secretly think were gorgeous but would flick the page nonchalantly so no one would dare say "as if you'd ever be with someone that hot!"
Not to mention the fashion and The Best places to buy the Hottest outfits were all only up to a size 16. And on the rare occasion the magazines decided to briefly mention "Plus Size" they focussed solely on size 16's as if there couldn't possibly be a bigger size than that. In the end I would cry and vow to stop eating because this time it just had to work.
Thus I banned myself from reading magazine's or even looking at the pretty pictures. Banned for life, bitch.
But what was really making me so upset wasn't that everyone else appeared so happy and thin and beautiful and in love -- because all those gorgeous women were inevitably always paired with those oiled Adonis' -- but the mere fact that I wasn't good enough. I felt completely alone because I didn't know anyone my age that was also my size. I didn't have the internet back then so I didn't have access to online forums or chat rooms or websites where I wasn't the only fatty.
All my friends would rave about how wonderful the new issue of Girlfriend was and giggle about the seemingly sexy tales in Cosmo -- we never seemed to see the Cosmo sex lift-out thingy issues -- or comparing which shops they got nearly matching items from, while I sat in the corner nodding and smiling for all I was worth. My size and even my shape were not accommodated. I had no "role model" to look up to, no one that was a real shape or a real size that wasn't made smaller by the numerous tricks one can perform in Photoshop. In fact across the board of famous females there was not one I could identify with in regards to body image. I was standing alone on the precipice of an ever increasing gap between me and everyone else.
Of course this might not sound like much to you, to any of you, but for me it was lonely. That feeling of "standing in a room full of people but you're totally alone" summed up my life exactly. I had friends, a lot of them in fact and I was always there to listen when anyone needed to talk. There were even times I attempted to hide from people because they seemed to always want to talk with me! I did carve myself a niche and one that suited me extremely well for my high school years in Canberra. But I did that of my own volition and out of a desperate need of survival. I had to be that person because I saw early on that was the only person they (the student body) would accept and, maybe, respect.
Indeed I did survive without a role model and without models in magazines, tv stars or musical divas who looked anything like me. However it bloody well hurt to feel so alone, feeling like a freak and an abomination. In many ways -- and not solely because of this -- I had to grow up faster than my peers. I had to perceive things they did not have to and I had to be mindful of my place lest I stepped out of line. It was appropriate for me to be ashamed of myself and to apologise for my size. It was expected that I would be humble and sweet, occasionally depressed because I was fat but never, never, allowed to talk about it. If I did express joy or was genuinely happy someone would always come along and make sure my knees were cut out from under me. The message was clear: follow our rules or don't belong with us.
The need for a role model of achievable proportions is huge. At the time I didn't understand this simple concept and I couldn't understand why I was beginning to resent everything that symbolised "thin", "healthy", "perfect" and "beautiful". My resentment boiled over into silent rebellion and the choice to rebel against school policy and wear all black. I could go on about how this was some symbolic form of the death of my voice, the oppression, conformity etc but the truth was I felt safer wearing black. I was less noticeable and I looked smaller. Apparently even my teachers agreed because I was never asked to revert back to colour code (blue and white) like the rest of the kids were. Again, I was completely alone.
There is a real need for people of all sizes and shapes to be seen in positive body image projects. Whether these projects are workshops or seminars abolishing fat-phobia or seeing real people on the big screen to seeing real people in a band live on stage or just watching that beautiful fat lady walk down the street confidently without one nasty comment muttered. It's not just the teenagers of this world who want to see famous people who look like them in the public eye! It's about time real changes were made in this overly biased world.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Magazines, Me and Fair Trade Cotton
This post was taken from my original blog and as I read through it I realised it is still valid. I feel that it has a place here on my FA blog so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did discovering it again! Oh, before I forget I did edit the post a little bit.
I've been looking at an online magazine which has raised many, many, of my old distressing observations of the ostracism experienced by those of us who are not "traditionally" pretty.
Part of a teenage girls mandatory rights of passage -- during my teen years -- was fawning over popular magazines such as Girlfriend, Cosmo and Sane (the free magazine one could acquire from the music shop "Sanity").
These magazines lacked the substance I needed to really be interested. What they didn't lack was the lashings of self loathing I was required to feel due to my body being bigger and of a different shape to the, very nearly, skeletal images of young women models.
Then, in an almost negligent way, the next two pages would be attributed to "exercises" that would tone and reduce the fat clumping around problem areas; arms and butt.
It was fundamental in my development for me to realise that I would never be anything like those skinny, wear-anything-they-want-and-look-great models. Despite a rational realisation of this I still spent many -- okay every day and night -- thinking about how horrible and disgusting I was because I couldn't wear anything even remotely fashionable.
Now, by the time I reached 16 (coincidentally that happened to be when I was in year 10) I had stopped looking at magazines because the depression and anger that would consume me, because of my self loathing, was uncontrollable.
It comes as a great shock that ten years later I would look at a magazine, even if it was a new online one. Part of me was curious to see if magazines had indeed evolved during my ten year separation or if they had remained frozen in time.
Turns out, they remained frozen.
There was one particular article written by their resident "Green Geek" which spoke about cotton awareness and fashion places who are supporting the fair trading of cotton in third world countries. This is all very good and I'm truly amazed to read that, at least, some things are improving, albeit slowly. The not so amazing part is that only small or "standard" sizes are available at these fair trading shops. Now, if I could just step out of my fat suit I could partake in the tremendously good appropriation of these amazing cotton garments! Where was that damn zip located again?
For those of us who are not "traditionally" pretty, who are curvy, rolly, rotund, flabby and squishy we must continue to be ignorant of the advancement in the fair trading of cotton. We, apparently, are not worthy of helping and supporting this organisation. And neither is our money good enough to be placed with those of "traditional" beauty.
No, we must continue to buy our frightfully ugly, misshapen and, quite frankly, frumpy clothes from stores that do not support the fair trading of cotton, thus preventing us from helping cotton farmers in third world countries.
How delightful that we should miss out.
Of course we could potentially donate money to the cause to all participate in our own way. However, and this is only my view, isn't it backwards to donate money instead of purchasing the items made with this fair trade cotton? Isn't the whole point of these shops and foundations and organisations to make the whole market aware of, and comply with, the fair trading of products, in this case cotton?
Truly, I must be crazy to assume there is a real and genuine care for those in need. How remarkably silly of me!
There is of course one blatant fact that I have neglected to mention here. The clothing industry, media industry and fat haters will never change. Thin and beautiful -- thank you airbrushing -- men and women sell those newspapers, cd's, tv shows, magazines and the other array of socially acceptable paraphernalia.
Personally, I look forward to a time when anyone of any shape or size can be included without ridicule. Tell her she's dreamin'!
I've been looking at an online magazine which has raised many, many, of my old distressing observations of the ostracism experienced by those of us who are not "traditionally" pretty.
Part of a teenage girls mandatory rights of passage -- during my teen years -- was fawning over popular magazines such as Girlfriend, Cosmo and Sane (the free magazine one could acquire from the music shop "Sanity").
These magazines lacked the substance I needed to really be interested. What they didn't lack was the lashings of self loathing I was required to feel due to my body being bigger and of a different shape to the, very nearly, skeletal images of young women models.
Then, in an almost negligent way, the next two pages would be attributed to "exercises" that would tone and reduce the fat clumping around problem areas; arms and butt.
It was fundamental in my development for me to realise that I would never be anything like those skinny, wear-anything-they-want-and-look-great models. Despite a rational realisation of this I still spent many -- okay every day and night -- thinking about how horrible and disgusting I was because I couldn't wear anything even remotely fashionable.
Now, by the time I reached 16 (coincidentally that happened to be when I was in year 10) I had stopped looking at magazines because the depression and anger that would consume me, because of my self loathing, was uncontrollable.
It comes as a great shock that ten years later I would look at a magazine, even if it was a new online one. Part of me was curious to see if magazines had indeed evolved during my ten year separation or if they had remained frozen in time.
Turns out, they remained frozen.
There was one particular article written by their resident "Green Geek" which spoke about cotton awareness and fashion places who are supporting the fair trading of cotton in third world countries. This is all very good and I'm truly amazed to read that, at least, some things are improving, albeit slowly. The not so amazing part is that only small or "standard" sizes are available at these fair trading shops. Now, if I could just step out of my fat suit I could partake in the tremendously good appropriation of these amazing cotton garments! Where was that damn zip located again?
For those of us who are not "traditionally" pretty, who are curvy, rolly, rotund, flabby and squishy we must continue to be ignorant of the advancement in the fair trading of cotton. We, apparently, are not worthy of helping and supporting this organisation. And neither is our money good enough to be placed with those of "traditional" beauty.
No, we must continue to buy our frightfully ugly, misshapen and, quite frankly, frumpy clothes from stores that do not support the fair trading of cotton, thus preventing us from helping cotton farmers in third world countries.
How delightful that we should miss out.
Of course we could potentially donate money to the cause to all participate in our own way. However, and this is only my view, isn't it backwards to donate money instead of purchasing the items made with this fair trade cotton? Isn't the whole point of these shops and foundations and organisations to make the whole market aware of, and comply with, the fair trading of products, in this case cotton?
Truly, I must be crazy to assume there is a real and genuine care for those in need. How remarkably silly of me!
There is of course one blatant fact that I have neglected to mention here. The clothing industry, media industry and fat haters will never change. Thin and beautiful -- thank you airbrushing -- men and women sell those newspapers, cd's, tv shows, magazines and the other array of socially acceptable paraphernalia.
Personally, I look forward to a time when anyone of any shape or size can be included without ridicule. Tell her she's dreamin'!
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