In Defense of Fat Acceptance.
Those who are fat quickly learn to be deeply ashamed of their bodies and spend their lives trying to become what they are not and hide what cannot be hidden. Our society believes that thinness signals self-discipline and self-respect, whereas fatness signals self-contempt and lack of resolve.
Here were all these fat people in stylish swimsuits and cover-ups, and whereas on my home planet a fat person was expected to feel apologetic and embarrassed about her body—especially in a swimsuit—here were a hundred or so fat people who were enjoying being in their bodies without a shred of self-consciousness.
They were having so much fun it was infectious. I felt light-headed and giddy. I kept noticing how great everyone looked. They were confident and radiant and happy—and all sizes of fat. Definitely not my planet.
But on this planet there were play clothes, dress-up clothes, you name it. Beautiful fabrics with an elegant drape and a certain panache.
The clothes I tried on and bought not only fit me but looked terrific. I had a blast! Top billing was given to a troupe of belly dancers called the Fatimas.
Now, I had read about this attraction in the literature I received about the convention, and I have to admit that I thought it would be some kind of a spoof or a joke. These women were indeed serious—and excellent—belly dancers.
They wore the full belly-dancing regalia—that is, gauze and bangles and beads and not much else. When they first looped and bobbed their way out into the middle of the room, I think my chin must have dropped through the floor. They were exquisitely beautiful and voluptuous and graceful and serene.
I thought that anyone, no matter how acculturated to my home planet, would have to be just about dead not to recognize how beautiful they were.
And they were all so different from each other. We are accustomed to seeing mostly thin bodies that look more or less the same, but these bodies showed an amazing degree of delightful diversity. A couple of them had to have been past fifty, and they were so beautiful. And exotic, and mesmerizing.
I had always assumed that as a fat woman I could never do that, and especially not as a fat woman past fifty. I felt a jolt as my old assumptions were jettisoned out into space. Bag that old paradigm.Mar 20, · The weight debate rages on with Mary Ray Worley’s essay, Fat and Happy: In Defense of Fat Acceptance.
Following many of the same arguments common of the writings of Hillel Schwartz and other overweight defense activists Worley seeks to dispel and shatter many of the stereotypes often placed upon the overweight. The .
+1 on MDA. Great post.
I don’t understand the fat acceptance movement. If people accepted others being fat, and people accepted their own fat, then no one would ever need a . 2. Remind fat chicks that they are (or will become) shitty mothers. This may sound cruel, but you’re really just telling them something they already know.
Summary of Mary Worley’s “Fat and Happy: In Defense of Fat Acceptance” In her summary, “Fat and Happy”, Worley’s explains her contempt for the way society today frowns upon being “fat”/5(1). Mar 20, · The weight debate rages on with Mary Ray Worley’s essay, Fat and Happy: In Defense of Fat Acceptance.
Following many of the same arguments common of the writings of Hillel Schwartz and other overweight defense activists Worley seeks to dispel and shatter many of the stereotypes often placed upon the overweight.
Apr 12, · Fat and Happy: In Defense of Fat Acceptance by Mary Ray Worley If you've grown up in twentieth-century American society, you probably believe that being fat is a serious personal, social, and medical liability.
Many Americans would rather die or cut off a limb than be fat, many believe that fatness is a serious health.