Musings of a plus size diva
You know what, I’ve never really thought of myself as an activist of any sort, plus size or otherwise.
But I suppose I could be moved (see what I did there) when it comes to fat acceptance and body positivity.
The whole 'Fat Acceptance' movement has been getting bigger and bigger (I am going to have to stop it with the puns) over the last five years and it’s one I’m proud to support but perhaps in the past have been a little bit nervous of aligning myself with. There’s a perception that fat acceptance is glorification of being fat, a two-fingered salute to the doctors and saintly slim people or some kind of notion that if we just 'accept' being fat we are dedicating our lives to conspicuous pastry consumption. That doesn’t sound at all like me, though!
I totally think that women (and men) need to take a long hard look at what the media is doing to us and decide that we’re all going to accept & love ourselves as we are...whether we are fat or thin. That doesn’t mean that I think obesity is an aspirational lifestyle choice – but at the same time being fat isn’t the end of the world. I can tell you until I’m blue in the face that I hated myself when I was dieting and trying everything to get thin, and the sad truth was that the more I cried and screamed about my fat, the more I starved myself , then binged in desperation and got even fatter..
I stopped dieting a while ago and it was the best thing I could have done, especially for my mental health. I stopped trying to mould myself into someone who would fit into a size 12, and I've saved a fortune on Weight Watchers and Slimming World subscriptions.
But, I hear you cry, what about my health?
I’m fine thanks. I rarely trouble the doctor and don’t get many colds or coughs. That might be down to the religious consumption of vitamin tablets but who knows? Either way I feel fine. I walk a lot, I get to the gym occasionally and I do a Zumba class every week to keep me fit and confuse my lack of coordination. I don’t know how much I weigh any more but seeing as all my clothes fit me and I haven’t grown out of anything in a long time, I think I must be fairly stable, which is a bonus as before, when I dieted, I was always getting too big for things and then having to put them in cases under the bed for “when I lose all the weight”. I don’t have a separate thin wardrobe these days.
I don't know what's going on inside my body, but there’s no puffing, panting or wheezing to report. I’m happy as I am, I read fat acceptance blogs, love seeing what Tess Holliday is up to, cannot stand Katie Hopkins and wish that people would just be nicer to each other whatever their size, weight or health status.
So maybe I am a part of the size acceptance movement after all.....