First of all, I'm going to see Cop Out this weekend to celebrate my 30th birthday, no matter what the idiot reviewers say, and Kevin--if you ever read this--Ebert gave you more stars that Valentine's Day so the haters can suck it.
Second, I want to say something about my dear Mr. Smith's ejection from a Southwestern Airlines flight. A lot has already been said, but I'm a loud mouth so I talk when I want to. I've read a lot of blogs, articles, posts, etc. etc. about this topic. I've come out firmly in support of Mr. Smith in any forum. What are ghastly to me are the comments I read that have been posted on these blogs, articles, etc. They are filled with vitriol, hatred and fear.
Why do people think that being fat is my fault?
Let me, for a moment, dignify this idea with a response. I don't own a car, therefore I walk--a lot. I'm an active member of a sports league in my city. I eat 1500-2500 calories depending on the day. Christmas might bring me near 3000, but honestly, eating that much makes me want to barf. I'm pregnant right now, which would be the perfect time to "eat for two" right? give in to all my fatty fatty impulses, right? Well, I've only gained 15 lbs or so, and I'm 6 months into the process.
My body wants to be over 200 lbs. This is where it likes to be.
Before ravaging my metabolism with dieting, encouraged by my parents, my doctor and the shame of my peers, my body liked to be at about 180 lbs. That is where it liked to be. I hope that by treating my body with the love and respect it deserves, someday it might heal itself and return to its natural resting state.
To prepare for my wedding, when I was still subject to dieting, I ate 1500 calories a day, I cycled for 1.5 hours a day, went to the gym for 1 hour 5 days a week. In over a year, I lost only 20 lbs. I got married at approximately 200 lbs. Clearly, dieting did not work for me. It didn't work when I was 11, it didn't work when I was 27.
There are people who eat themselves to death. I know one such person. But I know a helluva lot of fatties, and one person out of allllll those fatties is not a lot. I also know someone who has dieted themselves into a heart condition trying to lose weight after being shamed by spouse and family members to lose, lose, lose.
Dieting is bad for you. Stop.
Hating fat people is bigoted. Stop.
And putting "people of size" in special seating arrangements is just as bad as doing it to "people of colour."
This is not even pointing out that my 6'5 husband has to get bulkhead seating to fly to Europe and has had to do so since reaching his current height at the age of 12. But hey, maybe if he'd taken some anti-growth pills or been on a strict anti-heigh regime, this could have been prevented.
I know that one little blog post won't save the world, but at least I'm not just another anonymous fatty on the evening news. I have a voice.
Vansterdamn damn damn the haters
XXX
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