Kate is still at it. Like that's a surprise to you:
It's like conversations with evangelists, for real. When someone asks if you have a personal relationship with Jesus, the only correct answer is "Yes" — they believe any other answer invites them to tell you why you're wrong and need their help. You didn't ask for the confrontation, and it's clearly none of their fucking business. But you get forced into an adversarial conversation with a stranger, because that stranger is absolutely certain you NEED TO BE INFORMED. Because in their world, only the ignorant could possibly reject their religion.
We've all been so brainwashed to believe that fat = death, there are a whole ton of people who believe the only reason someone could be fat is if he or she somehow hasn't seen the light. We must not realize we're fat, or we must not realize fat is UNHEALTHY!!!, or — this one cracks me up more than any other — we must not realize that fat disgusts people. 'Cause if we knew all that, we'd be trying to lose weight. Accepting your own fat is like saying you accept Satan as your personal savior. It is NOT OKAY with these people.
I have to admit.. I'm still working on saying things like "It's not really any of your business" when the health emergency police get all up in my grill. My first instinct is to start yelling "EFF YOU!! Look what I can do!!" and then parade around the contents of my refrigerator and climb trees and pick up big rocks like any of that has any impact whatsoever on whether or not I deserve to be taken seriously.
The miraculous
Velvet D'Amour said
this a little while ago in answer to the old saw:
"While I have often answered this question, I am admittedly perturbed by it. By virtue of being plus size I am thusly expected to tout my health, yet my smaller counterparts, be it in contemporary dance, or film, or in fashion, are never asked the state of their health.
I do not drink alcohol and I never have, I do not take drugs and I never have, I do not smoke and I never have, yet many of these same counterparts do one, or a combination of all of the above, and yet merely by virtue of weighing less then I, are completely excluded from this patronizing question."
Basically, if someone asks if I'm "healthy", they're asking me to out myself as either a "good" fat person or one of those "other" fat people. That's a distinction I don't think exists. We're all friggin grownups. My mother can't tell me what to do-- what makes you think you can?
ps: also amazing:
