I had heard through the grapevine regarding a new TV show called My Big Fat Fabulous Life, I am not big on the TV watching lately, but after receiving some injections into my scalp yesterday afternoon I wasn’t moving far from the couch, so I watched the first 3 episodes. I have provided a link below to give you some background on the show.
I went through a rollercoaster of emotions when watching this show, everything she is talking about, being a person of size in society is 100% accurate, I have had those exact thoughts. Then she made one comment…
“It’s hard to know that someone sees you and they don’t see a human being. They just see something disgusting, someone that doesn’t have feelings or isn’t worth anything. They have no idea who you are, what you are good at, what you can offer them.” ~Whitney Thore~
A lot of people refer to this now as fat shaming. The last socially acceptable form of hate. This was tear inducing for me. Not a month ago I was in the gym that is in the basement of my office building. I was minding my own business, on the treadmill, when two men took it upon themselves to begin making fun of me, despite having hardcore proof that I was doing something about it. They don’t know me, don’t know my story, don’t now that I am in the gym almost every day. I receive emails and comments on my blog and social media from people sitting behind a computer screen that thinks it is perfectly acceptable to type mean comments and emails. To them, it is totally acceptable to verbally spew that poison for all to hear and see.
You can open any newspaper or TV news program and see the levels of hate filling the world. There are countless stories about people being bullied, mocked or made fun of for religion, size, clothing, sexuality, hair color or make-up. The difference is that when someone is being bullied for a majority of those, other people step in and say that it is not ok, or come to the aid of that person. Police get involved, charges are laid. When someone makes fun of you for size, people turn away or join in, police don’t get involved.
I am getting a lot better at letting these comments roll off my back, but there are times where, when I get home, tears are cried because words can hurt. I should add in that although I am focusing on fat shaming, making vocal snap comments/judgments about anyone for no reason is not ok. You don’t know that persons story, what they have been through. What does this still need to exist? Spewing poison regarding my size tells me one thing….you have been hurt and you want to make me feel bad so you feel better. I do not need to fight for the right to exist.
What do I hope people take from this? Everyone makes judgments, it is human nature. Keep them to yourself, period. You have no idea what that person has been through or what they are doing. If everyone approached with an open mind, you mind be surprised, so the next time you look at a person and you find yourself saying mean things either inside voice or outside voice, check yourself and ask why.