I had trepidations about starting a blog about my experiences as a fatty, because I am “only” a size 14. Then I decided that was bull shit. I’m fat. I experience life as a fat woman and if I want to write about that, I will.
I wear plus sized clothes.
Trying to trim my pubes is a struggle because I have to hold in my gut with my arm and attempt to peer around it.
People get huffy when I sit next to them on public transit.
I’ve gotten side-eye from food delivery people.
People have laughed when I’ve needed to run to catch a bus.
I was hospitalized for mental health issues and was asked if I wanted information about weight loss.
My family assumes I want to lose weight.
I have more examples of my experiences as a fat person, but they don’t matter. What matters is that I identify as a fat person. And being able to fit into an XXL at a straight sized store doesn’t cancel out my experiences as a fat person. It certainly gives me an amount of privilege, but it doesn’t magically erase my big fat ass. I identify as a fat person.
According to my BMI I am obese. But, again, my BMI and dress size and measurements don’t qualify me to be called a fat person. My identity does. Being smaller than other fat people doesn’t make my experiences and opinions less valid, it makes them different. If I gain weight my experiences and opinions might change, but I won’t disown my previous thoughts and feelings. I’m fat. Can I say it again? I’m fat. Don’t tell me I’m not; you don’t decide my identity.
For more thoughts on the diversity of sizes among fatties, check out this article and these blog posts:
Sometimes I Feel Like a Circus Fat Lady but That Doesn’t Mean You Aren’t Fat Too
Small Fatties, Acceptable Fatties and More
Why My Fat is Different From Your Fat: Some Thoughts on Thin Privilege at Different Sizes