From the Archive: Public Fatness

"From the Archive" is a series of posts that I wrote on past, no-longer-updated blogs that I feel are good enough to need a new home.

This post was originally written in June 2012.

So, I hear all the time about fat people being subjected to harassment and ridicule for daring to be out among the general population. For some reason, it hadn't really happened to me (as an adult, let's not get into childhood bullies). OK, once a guy told me I needed to exercise more, but it was a cheap comeback because I yelled at him for riding his bike on the pedestrian path on the Manhattan Bridge. I'd never experienced an unprovoked attack until today.

See this guy? I was standing on the F train today, with my dad, headed to Coney Island for the Mermaid Parade (my dad was headed elsewhere). I had my earphones in, enjoying some quality time with most recent SFH album, when my dad pointed to this guy and said "I think he'd trying to tell you something." So I took out my earphones and looked over. The guy made a little running motion, then mouthed "one hour, every morning."


It clicked that he was telling me I needed to exercise more. So, loudly, I said "Are you telling me I'm fat?" Obviously, I am, and I know that, but I thought that would catch the attention of more people around us. My dad was like, "Is that really what he said?" So I (still loudly) said "He's telling me I need to go running every morning."

So I turned to the guy and said (yes, still loudly, and well enunciated) "That's none of your business." He got a little flustered and apologetic, but I continued, "You don't just make comments on random strangers' bodies."

At that point we arrived at the stop where my dad was getting off, and after I said goodbye to him I moved to another part of the car. But I also took this picture, because people who harass others on the subway don't deserve anonymity. If I knew this guy's name I'd say it. I'd tag it and post it everywhere, so whenever someone Googled him this came up. But I don't know his name, so all I have is a picture.

It's just another reminder that if you dare to be fat in public -- especially if you are a woman -- your body is not yours. There are people who think that because you are out of the norm, you should hear their opinion and "suggestions" for your body and your life. Because they assume they can tell how you live based solely on how much adipose tissue resides on your body. Of course, this happened in a city that wants to legislate away fat through arbitrary things like soda and bake sale bans.

Luckily, I am very confident in my body -- the one I've been living in for 28 30 years. I know that I am fat. I know my lifestyle, my health, my limits. I am not going to share any of that, because it's no one's business but mine. But because I am content with myself, I look back at this incident horrified at this guy's gall, but not feeling any worse about myself. If I were more sensitive about my appearance, this might have ruined my day. I hope he's never done that to anyone who might really suffer a blow to their self-esteem from it.

Don't Fat-Shame. Really, Just Don't Do It.

Seriously. Just don't fat-shame.

There's no point to it. It doesn't make people magically thinner. Being magically thinner wouldn't make people magically healthier. It doesn't make you superior. It doesn't do anything positive.

All it does it promote bigotry. It makes people hate themselves. It reveals that you are an ugly and small-minded individual full of prejudice.

It's worse for fat people than actually being fat. It's degrading to mental health. It promotes stereotypes. Stereotypes have real implications.

It leads to fat people being hired less. It leads to fat people hearing rude comments shouted at them from cars. It makes people feel awful.

It hides behind some veil of "helping." People who fat-shame get away with it because they think they're encouraging fat people to de-fat themselves. And apparently de-fatting is the be all and end all of...something.

But it just causes pain. It leads to depression and isolation and prejudice. It causes nothing good and everything bad.

So just don't do it.

Concern Trolling and Unattainable Perfection

Concern trolling is the act of pretending you care about someone as a means of bullying and harassing them. It's the person who hates all fat people but pretends to just be super worried for our health, for example.

People who do this don't actually care about whatever it is they say they care about. They hate. Whatever group it is they're after, it is out of loathing and prejudice. And it's yet another way we are expected to strive for an unattainable level of perfection.

I wrote about the burden of perfection before, and it hasn't gone anywhere. Previously, I was talking about how the internet and the lousy job market come together to make sure our every little move and flaw is held against us and that we must be utterly perfect in order to be considered for jobs. With concern trolling, it's more about social perfection.

We're too fat; we're too thin; we're too slutty; we're prudes; we're too this or too that. There is no winning. No matter what we do, we're doing it wrong. There's no way to work within a system like this, so the only way to overcome it is to take a radical instead of reformist stance.

This is where we reject and ignore everyone who tells us there's something wrong. All the magazines that give out diet tips, all the shows that ridicule wardrobes, all the commercials for magic pills and gyms, and so on. Throw them out, turn them off, whatever. Ignore people who say awful things on the internet. Don't let the trolls -- online or in real life -- dominate your mind.

If we were all perfect, no one would have anything to learn and life would be pretty boring. As trite and cliche as it sounds, our flaws are what make us who we are. Why are we constantly under pressure to eliminate the very things that make us interesting ? (The answer to that is money. If we hate ourselves it's easier to sell us self-improvement products.)

Obviously, a radical overhaul of the system is easier said than done, especially for people who need to find and keep a job. But we can live outside it in small ways, like what I listed above. Striking a balance between your needs and your principles won't always be easy, but it's part of growing up.