Why is a fat person in leggings with a venti frappuccino regarded with pity (if not scorn), while her skinny counterpart is ‘a fashionista’?
No, Starbucks Barista, my dress size does not suggest that my frap should be fat-free.
Yes, I’m sure I want fries with that.
And yes, I’ll rock skintight pants if I want to.
I’m sick of being judged for the curve of my hips, the roundness of my stomach, the fullness of my chin. My body is built this way. Sure, I could diet obsessively, exercise ceaselessly, engage in fervent self-loathing. In fact, I’ve done all of that before. But the majority of people who lose weight gain it all back and self-loathing does absolutely no one any good. I would know.
So here’s a radical idea: instead of focusing on my eating habits, my clothing or my frame, consider this: there’s something to that adage, “don’t judge a book by its cover”.
And if you really want to look at peoples’ bodies, feast on this: people come in all different shapes and sizes. Each and every one of them is beautiful, from the tiny to the rotund and everywhere in between.