Showing posts with label fat acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fat acceptance. Show all posts

The F Word

I think it’s hard to find an environment where self-love, security, and acceptance exist. In our world obsessed with the attaining "perfection" when it comes to looks, it’s completely normal to trash talk your own body and find something “hideous” and “wrong” with it to point out—not only to your own self—but to others as well. This type of body bashing is insane, degrading, and I ABHOR it. I hate it with passion.

Unfortunately, our office is one of those environments where it always happens. Every day there’s a colleague (male or female, it doesn’t matter) who would express disgust/shame/hatred/dislike for a certain body part (if not the complete body itself) for being fat. It’s either a part is getting too big, or they’re getting too heavy. I see some of my officemates weighing themselves early in the morning, and again during mid-afternoon, and fret at the slightest change of the digits they see on the scale (I guess they don’t know the fact that a human’s weight fluctuates with an increase or decrease of 2-4 pounds in a day). Their obsession about weight—NOTE: WEIGHT, NOT HEALTH—saddens me, and I would always find a way to compliment them to make them feel pretty despite them feeling otherwise about their own bodies. And I do mean what I say. I really think I have good-looking colleagues, and I ain’t bullshitting on that. ;)

Aside from the girls constantly expressing their disapproval of their bodies, there’s also a colleague who would always throw the word fat around. It was obvious that his intention was to tease, if not insult. If he notices you packing on extra pounds, he would always come up with different ways of “warning” you. He’d tell you to not get a second serving of lunch, which he did to me, (we have free buffet breakfast and lunch in the office—YAHOO! indeed), or he’d scare you with the thought of you looking like “a rolling ball”.

Yesterday, he jokingly called my officemate “Miss B” because she obviously gained weight—significantly in the tummy area. And B stood for—you’ve guessed it!—Miss Buntis (Pregnant). And that’s exactly what my male officemate was hinting with the regular-word-turned-acronym-turned-insult. Although it is very noticeable that she got chunkier, she’s not someone you’d call fat. She just got a bit curvy, but she still looks regular-sized to me.

The name-calling offended my officemate, which resulted to dramatic sobs delivered jokingly--although I knew she got hurt. I immediately tried to alleviate the situation by saying, “Bakit ka ba nagpapa-apekto jan? Huwag ka nga makinig jan! (Why are you letting him affect you? Don’t even listen to him!)” But my officemate won’t stop with the vocal expression of her dented self-esteem, that at one point, she even kidded that “Miss B” would soon stand for “Miss Bulimic”.

It is true, though. She did gain weight.

It’s disturbing. It’s disturbing to me how in this whole situation, it’s so apparent that so much negativity has been associated with the word FAT that it seems like it's everyone's worst nightmare to be described as that. Once a woman is called fat, the typical reaction would be insulted, hurt, or offended, even if it’s an obvious fact that she is fat. I don’t get it. How is being called what you actually are offensive? Imagine someone telling me “OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE A REDHEAD!!!” and I’d just bawl for being called that.

There’s another interesting incident that happened. It’s our church’s prayer and fasting week, and some of my male officemates joined the fast. Just a few days ago, one of my officemates tells another that he lost weight. “Pumayat ka ah. (You lost weight.)” This statement immediately plasters a huge grin on his face, with a reply of “Thank you ah!”

If I must point out, my officemate was merely being descriptive when she said he lost some weight. She didn’t actually compliment him, but he assumed she did, that’s why he responded like he was given one.

For the longest time, when body bashing and shaming occurs inside the work place, I would just defend the one being mocked and try to steer the conversation to a different direction. That’s it. That’s all I did. I was a bit scared to speak up because I was the only one who believed that body shaming is utterly wrong and should be put to an end. It also didn’t help that I was the youngest employee in Yahoo! Philippines at 21 years old. I had fear that they'd think I was pikon, and would talk about me behind my back for being overreacting when they’re just “joking” or “teasing”. But truth is, it bothered me. I’m bothered that there’s always a time for this type of body negativity inside the workplace which is my space too. I get annoyed, exasperated. I get pissed mostly at myself for not trying hard enough.

But today, I decided to stand my ground and do what I can to at least lessen (if not totally eradicate) the existing fat stigma.

Part of it is probably me PMS-ing, but mostly it’s because of what a male officemate said yesterday to the offender, after my female colleague calmed down after being called “Miss B”.

“Oy bakit mo sinabi yon? Alam mo bang yun yung worst na pwede mo sabihin sa babae? (Why did you say that? Don’t you know that’s the worst thing you can call a woman?)"

He was trying to defend her, trying to make her feel better.

This statement was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or in my case, the statement that unleashed the activist/feminist/body revolutionist in me BIG TIME (pun intended). It really got to my nerves. I immediately IM’ed (through Yahoo! Messenger, of course) my best friend, and told her how pissed I am for what has just been said. I typed heavily at my keyboard being fueled by anger (I also didn't find it funny what my officemate said about developing bulimia, because after having gone through it, I know for a fact that enforcing an eating disorder on one's self is not something hilarious to be joked about). Then, I realized I was madder at myself for not doing anything about it, despite the fact that it consumed me emotionally.

I told my best friend that that was it, and tomorrow (which is today) I would put up posters all over the office to make people think twice about the words they say and how they react to things.

She made me calm down by telling me that some of my officemates were exactly the reason why I’m a body image warrior. And she was absolutely right.

So this morning, I made this and posted 3 copies in different areas of our office.

Feel free to download the poster!

One of the 3 bulletin boards where I pinned the FAT poster


I also did this to our weighing scale, just to remind the lovely ladies in the office not to fret so much about their weight, because they’re more than just a number.



I know all the body love/fat acceptance revolutionists like myself would see it as great feat if women of all shapes and sizes would be secure in themselves and not take offense when the word fat is thrown at them. I myself know for a fact that once we’ve reclaimed “fat” and removed all its stigma, I’d be giving myself a pat on the back and feel extremely happy and content, knowing that finally more women are getting it, and I am part of making a change in their self-esteems.


-S

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect the work environment of the office mentioned above.

Truths for Fat People

We stumbled upon this blog post and we just want to share with you these awesome realities that we all tend to forget because of the limiting standards the society has created.

Ladies, as we start this year fresh, let's all throw away the lies and start embracing these truths. Happy new year, everyone! :)



  1. You are beautiful. Not always and not to everyone, but we are all beautiful and deserving of love.
  2. You do not have justify your body to anyone. Not to your family, your friends, your doctor, your partners. It is your body. No one else’s.
  3. You are allowed to take up space. Use the world around you to your advantage. Be present in the world in as much space as you need to feel comfortable and safe.
  4. You are more than your body. You have emotional, spiritual, and mental worth. People might see your body first, but everything else about you matters just as much.
  5. You are allowed to change your body if you want to. You can gain or lose weight if it is your choice to do so. No one should shame you for either choice. You are also allowed to keep your body exactly the way it is right now, in this moment.
  6. You are allowed to be angry over fatphobia. You do not have to sit quietly and let those around you make you feel bad for your size. You can be angry, resentful, hurt, sad. You can speak out against fatphobia. You can reject diet and weight loss talk if you do not want to hear it.
  7. You can use the word fat. If you feel fat, you can use the word fat. You can reclaim it as a positive. You can use fat as a descriptor. No one can tell you that you are too small to use it. If it is part of who you are, do what’s best for you.
  8. You can love other fat people. You can make fat and fat ally communities. You can surround yourself with positive forces. You can make fat love. You can fat love yourself.
  9. You can wear what you want. Crop tops and short shorts. Mumus. Tutus and ties. It is up to you. Don’t let societal pressures like ‘flattering’ dictate your outfits. [HELL YEAH!!!]
  10. You can be fat. That is good. That is okay. That is a celebration.


Peace and body love! ♥

Fate's Plump Pinay Story


My name is Fate. I'm 21 years old. I stand 5'9. I weigh 185lbs. Vital Stats 40-36-42.
I've always been big and tall since birth.

During my younger years I didn't bother at all if others would call me names such as Dambuhala, Baboy, Biik, Higante, Panget, Big Show and so on. I don't really care because so as long my family loves me there's no point in being affected. When I turned 12, I started having crushes in school and most of the time I'm always ignored because my friends are prettier, sexier, richer and smarter than me. "Fate, pretty ka sana kaso ang taba mo malaki ka pa sa Mommy ko".

So that's how it all started--insecurity started sank in until such time I don't want to go to school anymore because I felt incredibly inferior. But when my father told me that in his eyes, I will always be the most beautiful girl. I started proving my worth. I became active in school, friendly and positive until I reached high school. I tried eliminating junk foods, soft drinks and chocolates in my life. It was so hard to diet, control my food intake and exercise. Until such time, I didn't really care at all with my flaws. So instead of being ashamed of my imperfections, I started focusing on my assets such as my confidence, wit and positive outlook in life.

I guess it also helped that I'm an active Youth for Christ member, I always felt God's love no matter how I look. I always remember that what matters in my creator's eyes is the beauty that I have inside. I also focused myself with my goals in life. I exposed myself with the optimistic people because I know it's contagious. Reading fashion magazines starting from Candy, Seventeen, Cosmo and now Preview helped me to look good no matter how big I am. I read Bo Sanchez, Paolo Coelho and Nina Garcia's books all the time to keep me inspired and happy with my life.

I'm proud to say that at the age of 21 I've accomplished so much in life. I started working at the age of 17 while studying not because for money but for the reason that I want to be fulfilled as a woman, I want to be self-made. I also encountered a lot of failures, discriminations along the way but I'd rather use them as my learning experiences at the end of the day. I recently had my own version of Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert last April I quit my job, broke up with my long time boyfriend, left my comfort zone to get to know myself better. I went to Singapore and Indonesia for more than a month on my own. Through that experience I was able to get to know myself more than ever. I've seen a lot of thin girls abroad but instead of being jealous I actually appreciated my own body more, I love how different I am.

For me, Life is too short so Live it well. Don't dwell on the things that will hinder your success in life. Focus on the things that will enrich your life instead. And always remember at the end of the day, God created our fats, curves, stretch marks and our body type for a reason. What really matters is how we look at things, how we love and take good care of ourself.

Your body is God's gift so better appreciate it before it's too late. :)






Love, A Plump Pinoy

I met Marko during a college summer retreat when we were grouped together for the games. We instantly clicked because of his very noticeable flamboyant vibe and funny antics. He was just the life of the party!

It's been several months since our last exchange of words, so I was kinda' surprised when Stacy asked me if I had already seen his message on Facebook. Curious, I immediately checked my inbox the moment I accessed my laptop. After reading his very heart-fattening message, I quickly asked permission if we could post his message in our blog, because it's so astounding how a person can FULLY GRASP AND LIVE OUT OUR ADVOCACY (not to mention this is our first love letter from a PLUMP PINOY!).

Read and be moved. :)

Hi Stacy and Danah. Remember me? Kung hindi, itago niyo na lang ako sa pangalang "unknownplumpguy". Charot! I would just like to affirm you guys and your amazing blog, The Plump Pinay. I saw your Boudoir photoshoot post and I was amazed because of three things:

1. Y'all look sickening (that's slang for "fiercer than fierce")!

2. It served as both inspiration and reminder for a lot of people to just love and be confident with whatever shape they're in, and

3. The post couldn't have come at a better time. God spoke directly to me through it.

I've been very insecure in the last month because I've been getting pressure from my friends and family to lose weight. While losing weight is definitely not a bad thing, we all know that constant peer pressure makes us all want to do things faster and more recklessly. Exhibit A: I thought of starving myself. Yes, I watch too much drama on TV. Don't you just hate TV shows for making fad diets look so cool and painless?

I didn't even last a day. Before finishing Day 1 of my "air" diet (get it?), I saw the Boudoir photoshoot post. The pictures got me teary-eyed. God made me realize through the post that I gave in to the pressure. PUH-LEASE. My weight won't define me. Besides, plus size is plus sexy! Seeing you girls work it (and you have done this a lot of times. Sickening! *snap snap*) made extremely proud to be a plump Pinoy.

So just like that, snap! Plan aborted. God is so amazing... not to mention quick! :)

So here I am jogging whenever I can in UP, exercising at home, moving around more often, taking care of my health one day at a time and at my own pace. I wonder how things would've turned out if I didn't stay up late and checked your blog out? :)

Reprezent, Plump Pinay! God bless you two, you amazing supertwins, you!

Wink and claw,
Marko. ♥

Isn't he amazing??? It was such a proud momma moment for us! Hehe :)

Marko, we're just so happy and excited for you on your new pursuit of health and body-love! :) Take it one day at a time. I believe people's best motivator is LOVE, so let go of the negative pressures that only make you want to do silly things to lose weight. We've definitely been where you were, feeling so bad about our body because of the harsh criticisms. But again, you have the choice to give in or stand your ground, and I believe you're on the right path. God is indeed great! It's such an honor to be used by Him to speak to you. Just focus on who you are in Christ, and let it be your TRUTH. :)

You are awesome, and you are bigger than your body. :) You definitely deserve better than that air-diet! Haha! :) I'm just so proud and joyful that you fully get our advocacy and the message of this blog. ♥ YOU ARE ALSO SO SICKENING, BOY!!!

P.S. I am loving the sound o' that--THE PLUMP PINOY (which you most certainly are)! :)


Plump love (with fist pump),
Danah

Dear Fat Girl

A heartwarming, encouraging letter to all beautiful fatties.
Written by Bri King of Fat Lot of Good. :)

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Dear Fat Girl,

Yes, I called you ‘fat girl’. I used *that* word. Fat. Three little letters. They don’t have to hurt but of course they have hurt you a lot in the past. Those three little letters have been akin to being stabbed over and over again, especially when they were used in that nasty taunting sing song way by the Principal’s daughter and her cronies.

F-AAAAAAAA-T

F-AAAAAAA-TSO

And of course it was unfortunate that the first syllable of your surname at the time actually rhymed with ‘fat’ and so you became known as ‘Fat-field’ rather than by your proper name. And I am sure you remember when the teacher asked you what your name meant and you (mistakenly) said it meant ‘lily’ and almost instantaneously, the Principal’s daughter remarked ‘Must be a fat lily’. That girl always had a smart mouth hurtful remark ready and waiting. But you know as well as I do that she was threatened by you. You were as smart, or smarter, than her. You were her competition and she wanted to beat you into submission. And she did to an extent, with her words. Despite the fact that teachers and your parents regularly told you that ‘sticks and stones would break your bones but names would never hurt you’. you know that names *do* hurt you. They smart. They ache. They can rip your heart out and stamp your soul into the ground. And that girl knew it.

But you are ok with the word ‘fat’ now. Most of the time anyway. You know you are fat. Those three little letters can pass your lips in regards to yourself without great dollops of self loathing piled on top. Most of the time anyway. Other days we both know that you, my dear fat girl, still have body image issues. You try to keep it on the down low but I know you still have days when you look at your naked reflection and feel nothing but disgust. I know you have real issues with the way your tummy sags and especially with those ‘handles’ on the side of stomach, coming down from your hips. I know you have a love/hate relationship with that expanse of flesh and fat. And you thought I wouldn’t notice but I also know that now summer is coming, you are dreading the increased risk of chub-rub and that shorter skirts and less layers scare the crap out of you. Don’t deny it, cos I know it is true.

But you know what, fat girl?

Rationally, you know that your body has and can do amazing things. You know your tummy sags like that mostly because of your last pregnancy and the extent to which that baby girl stretched your tummy muscles and skin. You know why you have gained weight, not that it matters how or why. You know this, even though that knowledge doesn’t really help on the days you dip your toes in the pool of self loathing. Rationally you know this line of thought is not helpful, and that in some cases it is not even true. You know there are so many things you are good at, you know you are a worthwhile person, you know that you contribute. But it’s hard when you spent 33 years hating yourself. It’s hard to suddenly be all sunshine and roses towards yourself when you spent most of your life hating on yourself so hard. If it took 33 years to get to that level of hatred, how long might it take to get to a similar level of self acceptance? Fat girl, I don’t really have an answer you on that one. Some days are better than others. Sometimes weeks, even months, pass and you are able to remember and truly know that you rock. Other times the days and weeks are dark and dripping with strands of self loathing that wrap themselves around you and drag you unwillingly into the abyss of worthlessness. But fat girl, you know your way out of that hole. You have been there before and you have climbed out, time and time again.Fat girl, try to remember you are not alone in this journey. There are hands there reaching out to you, there are fatties lined up to hoist you out of that hole of self hatred.

Fat girl, you are worth it. You mean so much to so many people. You have so much to give. Your time isn’t done with yet, there is so much more to come. Hang in there fat girl, fight the good fight and don’t let the bastards get you down. This is the body you have. Make friends with it. Take yourself on a trip and spend some time with this body you have spent so much time hating on. Get to know it. See how it goes. No one is saying you will become BFF with your body overnight but you might at least be able to declare some sort of truce, some sort of amnesty. Try and remember it is going to take some time to change 33 years of thinking. Be nice to your body, it deserves some lovin’.

Most of all, fat girl, be nice to yourself. You deserve it. You aren’t a bad person, you are a fat person. Fat doesn’t mean you are good or bad, it just means you are fat. Those three little letters. F-A-T. Just another way of describing your physical presence in the world. Not so different to ‘tall’, ‘short’, ‘brunette’ or ‘shortsighted’. Those letters, F-A-T, don’t tell the world anything about you other than that you are of size. But you know what, *everyone* is ‘of size’. Some of us are just a bigger size. And so the hell what? Size doesn’t define you. It is just one of a million things about you and if other people can’t see past that then bigger fool them.

Fat girl, try not to be so hard on yourself. You have got this far. There were times you didn’t think you could go on but look at you now. Look at all the things you have achieved. Look at the people who love you and want you in their lives. They don’t care if you are fat, they care about *you*. You might not be able to be proud of your rolls every day, you might not even be able to tolerate them some days but that’s ok. Self acceptance is a long hard journey. Our world doesn’t teach us to accept and love ourselves, it teaches us to hate ourselves so some corporate bastard can then make money out of us by peddling products that are meant to make us ‘better’ , ‘worthier’ and ‘more attractive’. Fat girl, I call bullshit on that. You are good enough just the way you are. You are loved just the way you are.

Just the way you are.

Remember it (there will be a test later).


Much love,

The Voice of Reason

Verbatim (#5)

I wasn't really a fan of J.K. Rowling. (As if it has any bearing on her, but whatever. :P)

But then she said this:

Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me. (Read the whole journal on her insightful thoughts on fat here.)

A
nd now I'm one more number added to her millions of fans!


Stacy

Fat Acceptance is FOR EVERYONE


I stumbled upon this blog the other day and one of Marianne Kirby's entries, the awesome person behind The Rotund blog, really struck me. SHE IS SO RIGHT. Fat acceptance really is for EVERYONE.

Here's a repost of the blog entry:

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Here’s the thing I want to repeat, ad nauseum, today: Fat Acceptance is for everyone.

Everyone.

EVERYONE.

That means thin people, too.

That means fatties who work out at the gym three times a week.

That means fatties who sit on the couch and eat doughnuts every single day.

That means fatties who fall somewhere in between.

That means thin people who practice any and all of the above behaviors.

It means EVERYONE.

Fat Acceptance, at its foundation, is about believing there is no such thing as an unacceptable body.

YOUR BODY IS FINE.

It doesn’t matter if your body is a size 4 or a 14 or a 24 or a 34 or AND SO ON. YOUR BODY IS OKAY.

It doesn’t matter if you are a triathelete (of any size) or if you have a physical disability or an invisible illness or something else that keeps your body from performing the way other people think it should. YOUR BODY IS WORTHY OF RESPECT.

If your body is healthy, by your own standards or conventional medical standards, Fat Acceptance is for you.

If you body is unhealthy, by your own standards or conventional medical standards, Fat Acceptance is for you.

If your body is brown or black or red or yellow or white or any other color, your body deserves dignity. If you are trans or cis or genderqueer or asexual or any other designation, your body deserves dignity. If you are gay or straight or bi or asexual or any other orientation, your body deserves dignity.

YOUR BODY IS JUST FINE THE WAY IT IS.

Fat Acceptance isn’t about imposing other people’s rules on your body. Whether you practice HAES (Health At Every Size) or not, your body is not evidence of some moral failing. If you are lazy and self-indulgent and whatever other word you can think of to horrify those hard-working Puritans, your body is STILL not evidence of some moral failing.

Your body is your body.

FULL STOP.

Actually, not full stop. Your body is YOUR body and other people don’t get to tell you a good goddamn thing to do with it.

At it’s very core, Fat Acceptance is about body autonomy. It means I’m not going to tell you what you need to do with your body and you better not try to tell me what to do with mine.

Fat Acceptance is about busting the beauty standard wide open, about tearing down the current thin-is-in paradigm and building an ENTIRELY NEW PARADIGM. It is not about merely widening the narrow definition to include a few more privileged people.

Fat Acceptance is about building a new damn world order, people.

And that world order includes EVERYONE.

Your body is fine. Treat it with the dignity and respect it deserves. Do the things that are best for YOU (which includes your mental health) whether that means an hour of exercise every other day or an hour of laying there doing absolutely nothing that takes place above the cellular level.


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Stacy