A lot of fat women have -- the ACE scores study suggest that at least some cases of obesity are biologically related to childhood trauma -- but I don't need you to psychoanalyze me, to explain to me why I'm fat, or to try and "fix" me somehow. I got over guys who wanted to sleep with me but weren't willing to be seen in public with me a long time ago.I love Netflix and whatever as much as the next girl, sure -- but I also love art galleries and movie theaters and poetry readings!Basically, that he's arrived to save me from my terrible, sad, fat life.I have experienced sexual assault and trauma in my life.
As a teenager, I was often teased by my friends for my attraction to girls on the thicker side, ones who were shorter and curvier, girls that the average (basic) bro might refer to as 'chubby' or even 'fat.'" OK, so we've established that the initial victim in the story is him. He continues, "[My wife's] shape and size won't be the one featured on the cover of Cosmopolitan but it's the one featured in my life and in my heart." I'll ignore how cliché that last line is because I, for one, adore silly romantic clichés. I do not, however, love when men all but congratulate themselves for their preferences in women.
I'm not likely to fit on most of the rides at the amusement park and the thought of eating a meal sitting in a rickety plastic chair puts me on high alert.
If I try to talk to you about fatphobia, about discrimination, about the challenges I face as a fat woman in the world, please don't try to comfort me by telling me people don't mean it, that maybe I'm misreading the situation, the the world isn't out to get me.
And yes, I even enjoy going out for a good meal if you can manage not to make a big deal out of it.
And don't invalidate my experiences as a fat woman.
Whether or not fat hatred is malicious, it's still harmful.