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bitemebeautiful:

‘Big Fat Profits’

It’s diet industry week at ThosePeskyDames…you get the gist already.

Let me just start by saying that I am not, nor have I ever been, the f word- fat.

Yet whilst I am a size 8 (I’ve never, EVER been bigger than a size 10), there are people in this world who still want to apply fat pressure to yours truly, and body police me.

There is the media (of course) who constantly tell me that I want that perfect beach body or to budge the Christmas pounds and show me an incessant stream of images of unattainable “beauty”.

There’s the medical profession, who until recently classified me as overweight. ME. BMI is absolute codswallop.

But worst of all, there are real people in my life who tell me I should change. A couple of days ago, someone told me that they had put on Christmas weight, and that they were sad about it. I said not to worry, that I’ve put on Christmas weight too (which is true. I lose about half a stone when I live away from home, and I gain it back again if I come home for any lengthy period of time). Their reaction was a stony “So when is that coming off?”

My reaction? “Excuse me? Who are you to ask something like that?”

His excuse? “What, I can’t prefer thin women?”

Of course you can. Of course. I personally have a soft spot for the malnourished look myself. But did that stop me making friends with people who just didn’t look like that? No. And did it make me hate myself when I gained four bags of sugar about my hips? No. And did it make me shudder with horror when I bedded my friend with a body oh-so-different than mine, with large round breasts and womanly thighs? Absolutely not. She is beautiful, and I am beautiful, and if I couldn’t see that, I might as well be blind.

We all have these wonderful bodies to live in, and nobody has a right to tell me what I should do with mine, and I don’t have a right to tell anyone what to do with theirs.