A “duh” moment. April 13, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, phlegm.
In the car this afternoon I realized that I didn’t have a good sense of the relationship between fat acceptance, body acceptance, and size acceptance. I was mulling it over and it sort of struck me squarely between the eyebrows: fat acceptance is to feminism what body and size acceptance are to humanism. I think. So, I strongly support the right for every person to achieve their goals without externally imposed limitations, and that’s humanism, but I feel that women have more externally imposed limitations than men and they deserve help in overcoming those limitations, and that’s feminism. (Loose translation—I don’t think I could adequately describe either feminism or humanism in the entirety of this blog over the course of five years and I have shit to do during that time.) So fat acceptance, to me, is more…well, urgent, shall we say. In recognizing the suffering of the unprivileged, we learn to embrace both fat and thin (and everything in between) people.
One thing I have noticed about engaging in fat acceptance is that I don’t hate skinny people anymore. (Well, there are some skinny people that have garnered my negative attention but it’s not because of their bodies.) I have been so angry—and still am, to varying degrees and at different times—that thin people seemed to get all the breaks, but now I know that they’re just as trapped in a paradigm as I’ve been. And my feminist training did a 180 and said, ‘heyyyy, that sounds familiar,’ and now I remember what it was like to be so angry as a woman because I thought men got all the breaks, but to release that anger when I discovered the chains of masculinity as seen through a patriarchal lens. OMFG, it all comes together.
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