The internalization of fat-hatred
A few weeks ago, I wrote about an idiot editorial by fat-hater Jamie O’Neill. Despite the fact that I referred to O’Neill as an “imbecile” and called his piece an act of “sheer ignorance” and I might have even called him on the jackass he is (maybe I only thought that), the post seems to have attracted at least two people who left comments that suggest to me they think I want to have this man’s baby.
In the second comment left only the other day, commenter Sharon Johnson commends O’Neill for “simply stating the truth” about America’s “obesity problem.” She offers her own story of gaining weight (she weighed 208 pounds) and of her efforts to reach 125 pounds (she now weighs 188 pounds).
It’s the same old drivel echoed by those who’ve internalized society’s hatred of fat people and now project it on both themselves and others. But what caught my particular interest was this line Sharon wrote:
“Jamie (if I may refer to you by your first name) your article was honest, interesting and hopefully changed a few people’s mind about eating fried greasy and fattening foods.”
It’s the tired old assumption that fat people are fat because A. they eat too much and B. they eat horribly unhealthy foods. Both are vastly presumptuous and both have been proven to be erroneous.
Both the husband and I are vegetarian and I’m nearly vegan. Nearly vegan, I say, because while I refrain from most dairy products, I do make exceptions for the no-calorie spray butter made with whey and low-carb yogurt. We don’t eat fried foods, eat sugar-filled products sparingly and for the past few months, we’ve even cut down our consumption of the one junk food item we do eat: Lays’ Light Doritos.
Because I am vegetarian, I probably get more than the recommended five servings of vegetables a day. And because I have blood-sugar problems, I tend to eat foods that are low in carbohydrates, which effectively rules out anything fried, greasy or starchy.
So, this might just explain why my body went into near-shock after our first dinner on our honeymoon.
Both the boy and I were famished, after driving for hours and hit up the first pizza parlor we saw. We ordered an appetizer of deep-fried portobella mushrooms, shared an order of fries and split a small pizza. It was nice - we both love pizza but don’t eat it all too often simply because well, we try to eat healthy most of the time.
Almost immediately after, I felt sick - the kind of nausea that I imagine one might get after eating a tub of lard with a spoon. For the rest of the night, I was chewing Tums and trying to stave off the waves of queasiness overcoming my body.
I don’t eat greasy and fried foods and yet I’m still overweight compared to those restrictive BMI standards. Maybe eating these kinds of foods is the way Sharon gained weight, but it certainly isn’t representative of why others gain weight.
It’s this same sort of self-loathing amongst fat people that keeps us from banding together to fight against the marginalization of fellow fat people in society. After listening to others tell us how our bodies are wrong and detested for so long, some fat people not only believe it, but project it onto others.
Any great movement requires strength and solidarity in numbers. I think the greater problem looming in America than that of obesity is: not only is fat the last bastion of acceptable discrimination, it’s often perpetuated by the very people it adversely affects.
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