What Are You Hiding Behind?

I was recently made aware of an article which I choose not to link to nor will I name the author or magazine that it was written in. I will add this portion of the article which will then ensue my massive rant on "what is beautiful"

So anyway, yes, I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... because I'd be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room – just like I'd find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine* addict slumping in a chair. [*Heroine??? you would hate to see a woman of distinguished courage or ability slumped in a chair...hopefully she wasn't trying to save your bony ass]

 

Here's the Renee truth people: I grew up in gymnastics. In the 7th grade I weighed 85lbs. and wore a size girls 14 slim and was under 5ft tall. Pretty freakin tiny. In 8th grade I was 5'2 [the height I hope to maintain so I don't shrink into a hobbit with furry feet] 120lbs. and in a size 6 woman's. This was the year my coach decided to weigh us on a daily basis. I worked out 4, sometimes 6 hours a day 5 days a week. Every single day I heard how fat I was. That I was putting strain on my coaches. That I looked disgusting in my leotard. FAT! You're fat you're fat you're fat. And you know sometimes you hear that enough and the innocent image of yourself suddenly starts to go away. You become exactly what they tell you are. And you start to pick apart at every single feature, every flaw every stupid thing about you that makes you, you. I started eating an apple and a granola bar for my meal of the day everyday. We then had the wonderful pleasure of sharing our daily menu out loud with the rest of the team. And as I was starving myself to death the [insert whatever foul name you can think of here] of a coach of mine explained to everyone that if I was only eating an apple and a granola bar a day I would NOT! be as fat as I am. In fact, she so proudly stated, you would look like me. As she lifts up her shirt to expose her very anorexic muscle stomach. She advised me that I should drink more water as it takes hunger pains away. That night I went home and ate two cheeseburgers.

According to the national weight chart I'm a total fat ass. Which is so discouraging because I eat right, I workout 6 days a week, I walk my dog every single day but I ain't no pixie my friends. And you know something? I still struggle with this "image" almost everyday! But things are getting better even if it took 25 years to get here. Magazines & Idiots have managed to shape our thoughts into thinking that if we are not rail thin with our hip bones sticking out, collar bones protruding and our thighs being the same size as our calves. We want to cram the square, triangle, star, half moon shaped peg into the very tiny round hole. And they just don't fit. Even if we kill ourselves to get there.

I don't think young girls should be dieting at age 8 or 9 or 10 or 15 or 18. Diets. What are Diets anyway? The word Die with a T on the end. That's what they are to me. We're so twisted in what "the right" food is we can't see the forest from the trees. Eating healthy foods such as your fruits and veggies and whole grains and proteins and yes I'm gonna say it CARBS! God bless flour and homemade bread. Excercise people!! Get some fresh air! Isn't that what Mom use to say? Yet we smatter our young female ladies with images of skinny is beautiful that it will get you anything you can imagine. But if you are a little soft around the edges and happen to be blessed with curves, well, we'll see you at the fat farm heffa.

Its a crime against their innocence. That may sound extreme to some of you but it couldn't be more closer to the truth. I never wore sleeveless shirts in high school because people would  make fun of my arms. Not because they were fat. Because they were shredded. Which posed a dilemma to me. On one hand I have to much muscle on the other I'm apparently a giant blob of fat skulking around the halls. There was no happy medium.

And the fact that in this day and age someone can toss out such vile hatred is just wrong. What are you saying? People who are over weight don't deserve love? That they don't deserve to be loved or accepted? That they don't feel anything? You know sometimes I think to myself - self....you have no idea what they go through or how they feel so who are you to judge? And that's what it comes down to isn't it?

Everyone feeling the need to judge others because they don't have anything better to do with their time. Because it allows them to hide from their own flaws that are so hidden under the layers of their own facade. And it would take me less than 30 seconds to chisel away at that thin candy coated shell and expose them for who they really are. Yes, I'm actually that good.

I challenge you people, I challenge you before you pass your judgement on a person that disgust you because they are "fat" to offer them a smile, hold the door for them, look them in the eyes. And then take a good look at yourself. We certainly don't appreciate that kind of judgement passed onto us. It hurts and makes us feel less than we really are.

I challenge you to be better than this person.

[Oh my God!! All this niceness coming from a Republican eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! It must be close to Halloween]