I had a run-in with the body snark contingency at work the other day. A group of them were all standing around having a pop at Kim Kardashian for the size of her backside (seriously – there are much more deserving things about Kim K that I could really get my teeth into and her arse isn’t one of them).
After dissecting her wedding and Kanye and the fact she had that picture taken where her bum looked rather shapely, they changed the subject and started talking diets. I could hear them before I got close, I was on my way over to the store room and I could hear them cackling from the other side of the open plan office, but they all piped down a bit as I approached, and looked at me as if I was some kind of traitor because they know how I feel about diet talk.
Apparently Gemma Collins from TOWIE, a plus size fashion designer and d-list celebrity, has lost weight for her holiday and they all wanted to know what she’d done. I realised that they were all sniggering because they thought I bore a resemblance to Gemma. It’s not the end of the world, it could be Phil Collins they thought I looked like (look him up) but I was still annoyed at their childish antics.
Next thing I knew, I could hear them castigating Gemma for not being able to stick to her detox, or whatever she’d given up trying to do.
“Of course, she’s kidding herself if she thinks she’s happy and healthy at her size” one of them sniffed, looking up at me as if to make a point.
I was going to bite my tongue, really I was, but the silly cow really gets on my nerves. She’s one of those women who is always bitching about someone and I know it’s probably deflection, insecurity, low self-esteem, whatever, but she’s still a bitch and I couldn’t help myself.
“Why does it matter to anyone else if a reality TV star is healthy or not?” I said, really calmly.
Bitchy woman looked aghast at me daring to interrupt her in mid-flow.
She stuttered and said, “Because being fat isn’t healthy,” – which wasn’t an answer to the question I’d asked.
I replied, “But who cares? Does it even affect you? Isn’t it up to her to decide how to treat her own body? You seem to think it’s fabulous fun to go out and get rat arsed after work, but that’s not healthy either, yet nobody bitches about you, do they?”
“You drink too!” she admonished.
“I know I do. But I’m not the one doing the judging here.”
The other girls sort of wandered away with their coffees and left us to it. The bitchy girl didn’t really know what to say, except, “Well, it’s common sense ain’t it? Nobody wants to be fat.”
That hit the nail on the head for me, it’s all about superiority. Another person’s size is none of your business, but commenting on it makes people like that feel as if they are in some way better than a fat girl, so they pretend it’s all about their health. Let’s be honest, would any of us really be affected if a reality TV ‘celeb’ we’d never met was to become ill? No. It sounds harsh, but apart from a perfunctory “Oh that’s a shame” when we read the headline, we’d just get on with our lives and probably wouldn’t think about it all day. It’s her business, her body, her health and her life.
How do you deal with people who make comments about your health? Not the people who actually DO care, but those who are just making snarky comments? Do you go into a list of your recent fitness classes, or do you argue? I’d love to have your comments on the blog.