Recently after realizing that most of the clothing for Summer that I’d thrifted last fall (yes that is how I shop) is too big, I had to have a big long talk with myself.
I had to tell myself that it is officially official I am not fat anymore.
I’m not fat anymore.
Let me rewind a little bit.
Fat Acceptance and the community has been a big part of my life in meatspace and on the internet for probably at least a decade. I have been deeply into body politics for at least 20 years. From my earliest forays into reading about/writing about bodily autonomy to early feminist readings on bodies. I am about the body. My body, your body, our bodies.
My most formative political fat activist writing started when I was invited to the original Fatshionista community on Livejournal a very long time ago. When the door of fat joy, fat solidarity, fat politics opened, y’all I ran all up in through that mother fucker.
Fat politics really was the thing that got me into working out how intersectionality factors into my work, my life, how I view things.
So my beliefs about bodies, how I live in my body, how I talk about bodies is rooted deeply in fatness. Fatness as a physical state, as a political marker, as a place of comfort and community for me and now, I’m not fat.
My body, this thing I live in and move around the world in has changed without my consent and has set itself outside of my framework.
I am feeling fucked up about it.
I talked about this a bit before mainly in the context of my body image being fucked up.
This latest thing was broader. While yeah, I’d prefer my body to look differently right now it won’t. I can live with it.
What has been bothering me is the idea that I will lose my place in my community because I literally don’t fit anymore.
After I tried to wear something or other, the fact of the matter really sank in and I can honestly say I’ve been feeling adrift and conflicted.
Aside from mourning being separated (by size) from my community I looked at the blogs I like, the fashion stuff I read etc etc are all fat centric. Not body positive, they aren’t the milquetoast white “curvy” bullshit ass version of body politics we get.
They are fucking fat.
I have been struggling with how to use my new found position of privilege. How do I shift the way I write/talk about bodies to reflect that while my thoughts/opinions remain radically Pro Fat my body has decided nah. The process of working this out for myself has been difficult, especially in light of the fact that I absolutely did not want to lose more weight.
I did not.
I’m resentful of it and struggling mightily to deal with it and not feel like shit. That is a whole other entry.
This is the bottom line for me.
I am not going to even try to fuck with “body politics” because currently, the way these are discussed and represented they are Whiter and more cis woman centric than ever and nah son.
I won’t turn what has been the radical backbone of how I learned to deal with my body into one size fits some pap.
I will still self identify as fat with the caveat that, my ass is currently not fat.
Fatness is not just physical.
Fatness is contextual.
Fatness is political and my politics are really fucking fat.
I won’t try to swim and work in the waters of White heteronormative Insta filter LOVE YOSELFness.
My goals here are less for y’all than they are for myself.
- Carry on reading and loving fatcentric content.
- Write more about fatness.
- I’m gonna talk about how discussions of bodies and fatness STILL often leave behind Death Fats.
- I’m gonna talk about how important it is in my opinion to further divorce body size from binarist moralistic views of health and personhood.
- I’m gonna love the fuck out of my fat community.
And for y’all, look.
Because I have a degree of thin privilege now and previously was a smaller fatty that does not mean that the cultural stuff I say is wrong because I’m not fatter. It also doesn’t mean that your experiences as a fat person, or a Death Fat person or a not fat person are invalidated.
Our experiences are ALL valid and we will not do Oppression Olympics. You gotta hit the ground rollin here homies.
When I refer to other folks experiences, I will defer to them about shit I have not experienced. Because when you are in the position of privilege, that’s what the fuck you do.
Other stuff to look forward to. Guest posts. I’ve made puppy eyes at some friends and it’s gonna be cool.
I’m ALSO going to start writing more about gender and bodies, gender fashion and bodies.
I feel like this is important to me and I need to hold on to it.
Later this week a struggle bus naturals post AND I’ll have some new protips for online thrifting.