A community divided…
“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” Abraham Lincoln
Last week, Fatfu thoughtfully discussed the complex and symbolic-laden nature of fat identity, and what it means for different segments of society. After happening across this blog, 101 Reasons I Hate Being Fat, I’m reminded yet again of the divisiveness and disgust for fat people that exists even within the fat community itself.
After reading just the latest entry, #64 Sleeveless Shirts, I’m filled with this incredible sense of melancholy for this woman, who’s disgust for her own body spans at least 15 years.
Because of the perceived need to “cover her blubber” KaraokeKitty, the blog’s author, has banned: tank tops, halters, camis, sleeveless, spaghetti straps, cap sleeves, shorts, swimsuits, and belly shirts – basically anything that makes the hot, muggy days of summer more bearable – from her wardrobe.
“There is nothing I hate more than a fat woman letting her arm blubber flap in the wind, protruding out from sleeveless attire!,” she writes. “I know a lot of heavy women that embrace their curves and love to show them off, but let me tell you honey, no one else likes to look!”
Yet, the limitations KaraokeKitty has placed on herself prove more confining than the very clothes she shuns:
“I look forward to the days of no banned clothing. Days when I can look into my closet and say, “What do I WANT to wear today?”, and not “What CAN I wear today that won’t make me look fat?,” she pines.
It must be so terribly awful to live your life with rules dictated by thoughts and actions of others.
Take a look at any successful movement throughout history – whether it be for a nation’s independence, women’s suffrage or black civil rights – and you will see strength in numbers, a sense of solidarity in that one group of committed people can and will move mountains. Yet, in the greater fat community, some members are so conditioned to hate themselves and their bodies, that they need to demean the very group they themselves are members of.
So, fat women everywhere: Proudly wear your tank tops, halters, cap sleeves and hell, even belly shirts if you wanna. Cast aside your long t-shirts shamefully hiding Ruben’esqe, bathing-suit clad bodies in protest. Toss away your inhibitions, your cultural prejudices and bask in the vitality and abundance that is your body.
Because, there’s nothing I hate more than a fat woman, letting her own insecurities flap in the wind, protruding out from shame and timidity.








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