A request from your fat friend: what I need when we talk about bodies.
I need you to listen closely. I need you to believe me when I tell you what happens.
I need you to say the word fat. About me. Because I am.
Im a size 26 fat enough that some stores for fat people dont carry my size. Fat enough that some doctors will refuse to see me. Fat enough that getting on an airplane makes my blood run cold because they might kick me off without a refund for my ticket, or they might charge me double and then I will have to explain to my friends, job, family why I cant make the trip. Every discussion about bodies whether in the media or amongst friends is about how to avoid the horrible fate of looking like me. I need you to hear that this all hurts, and it happens all the time.
I know this stuff is hard to talk about.
But when I talk about fat, I am not talking about feelings or self-esteem or body image issues or inner strength. I am talking about the way individuals and institutions treat me and people who look like me. I need you to acknowledge that you and I have different experiences because I am fat.
I need you to consider your audience. When you say you hate your body for being so fat or that you are afraid of becoming fat or when you say that you shouldnt have eaten that lunch or dessert or when you announce your New Years resolution is to lose 5, 10, 25 pounds you are saying that you dont want your body to end up like mine. Your feelings are real and true and valid. And you still should not say them to the fattest person you know.
I know that all of us are affected by body shaming and everyone has real, valid, deep, hard feelings about our bodies.
I still need you to stop perpetuating it, especially when talking about yourself. No amount of caveats or prologues make it hurt me less. I need you to know that Im taking it personally because it is personal.
I need you to know that I go to great pains to take care of everyones feelings when I talk about being fat, and for me, these conversations happen weekly, sometimes daily, and lots of people need lots of attention and care just to be able to hear what I need from them. Sometimes I get tired, frustrated, or angry with the emotional work it takes just to prepare those around me to hear me name who I am and what I need.
I need you to know that when you talk disparagingly about your own body and then you say but not you, youre beautiful! your compliments are impossible to believe. That if you disapprove of yourself, vivisect your own body, and then compliment me, I will remember how you talk about both of us. If you think of your own fat body as repulsive, I will believe you are also repulsed by mine. I know that you intend to talk about yourself. I need you to know that you are also talking about me.
If you think of your own fat body as repulsive, I will believe that you are also repulsed by mine.
I need you to let go of the things I have never been able to hold, just for a moment. Just to feel how fragile they are when you loosen your grip, to feel how easily they can shatter. I need you to care for me enough to feel unsafe. I need you to join me for a moment where I live every day.
I need you to try to learn to love the lush overgrowth of your body. Let it grow wild and untamed as a garden you loved as a child. Love it for the way it sustains you, keeps you warm, goes to such lengths not to let you get hurt. Its only job is to care for you. I need you to try to love it if you intend to love me.
I need you to remember that blaming individuals for the harassment they experience isn’t supportive or effective. That we can’t attribute poverty to poor work ethic any more than we can attribute harassment of fat people to low self-esteem or weak willpower.
I need you not to forget your values when I tell you about my experience.
I need you to stop reducing my experiences to hurt feelings or to ill-intended individuals. I need you to know that even with good intentions, you can still do harm. I need less sympathy and more solidarity. Less pity; more anger. Fewer condolences; more action. I need you to stop comforting me.
I need an ally.
When you ask me what I need, and I tell you, I need you to try.