I was the fat kid in my house growing up, and later on into elementary and middle school. The picture that other people had of me didn’t match the picture I had of myself.
I think we do the world a disservice when we teach women and girls
- that they will always be valued, first and foremost, by their bodies,
- that it’s appropriate and socially acceptable to evaluate others’ bodies at all,
- that being fat is worthy of chastisement and ridicule,
- that weight and size actually reveal insights into a person’s true character.
For these reasons (and a host of others), I hate the word fat.
I’m appreciative and in awe of the growing body positivity movement. But for the sake of this post, I’m using the word intentionally to think through the ways that gaining unwanted weight and gaining unwanted debt are the same.