I love this story of empowerment!
So I just posted this to my facebook:
I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me.
Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
Read this! Such a great article on being a good ally to all folks, with a salient example in body love activism!
July 5, 2012
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JFREJ Purim Ball was last night. Theme was bodies. This piece performed was an excerpt from My Wife’s Ass, Glenn Marla and Hana Malia’s really incredible, moving and important theatrical work. (Here they are headless fatties reenacting the anti-obesity fat shaming campaign in the NYC subways right now.) Learn more about My Wife’s Ass and like them on Facebook!
Entries are due on Monday. Also, I have had a shoot with Sophie and it is incredible.
OMG I just got home from a photo shoot and my English as a second language speaking landlord said “You have such a pretty face. You should move [moves his arms back and forth]…” and I try to cut him off and explain health at every size, body love and body autonomy. As he keeps talking “Eat small meals, no soda.” WOW. Awkward. Inappropriate. So hard to deal with. Can’t we just have small talk about my dog? I basically ended it by saying “I’ve been fat for 32 years in a dieting culture, if it was going to work it would have by now. I choose to be happy and pretty.”
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Love this double chin acceptance story!
“I spent a really long time trying to train myself to do the “chin poke” any time there was a camera around. I hated my chins. HATED. Then last year I went to a friend’s wedding and got really drunk and danced and had a great time and forgot to do my chin-hiding maneuver.
I realised that my chins are kind of like a barometer of how happy I am. The happier I am, the more of them come out to party. By trying to hide my chins I was also trying to hide that I am fabulous and fun-loving and love to dance and laugh and have a good time. I was too busy trying to be that sedate fat chick who only has one chin and is afraid if she dances her jiggly fat will clear the dance floor.
Well, fuck that noise, my friends.
In this picture I’m laughing, dancing, and having a good time celebrating the wedding of a good friend. Far from clearing the dance floor, my chins (and all the rest of me!) hauled people out to dance and made an epic conga line. The essence of me shines through in this picture and I am beautiful and fabulous and a hell of a lot of fun.”
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