There is this song, Fat, Funny, Friend, that has been taking over “The TikTok” by a young woman named Maddie Zahm. She narrates her emotions having lived the life of the fat, funny, friend and now, having lost the weight, realizing the juxtaposition between the two traits, she’s written an absolute gem. The lyrics have resonated with so many people and allowed people to share their own experiences living in a bigger body.
Our societal standard on fat people is, fat is an awful and dirty word and even more awful and dirty to be, being so means you don’t deserve acknowledgement in social settings. Any compliments are in lieu of your fatness. You know the ol’, “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful” because one couldn’t be both? Having fat, being fat and having any level of self esteem or candor is met with disgust, anger, and calls for fat individuals to seek medical advice from keyboard warriors.
What has always baffled me about this…
Being fat is a trait yet it comes with a whole laundry list of outside expectancies as if all fat people are a collective. If you live in a larger body you must be lazy, unmotivated, self loathing, naïve (because there are people who just have to point out your fatness as if you didn’t know), unhealthy, sloppy, etc. etc.
To so many the worst thing they could be is fat. Not unkind, not cruel, not judgmental, nope…fat.
I have my own stories, everyone does. The first time I was made aware of my size being an “issue” was in the 3rd grade so I was 9 years old. I’ve pretty much always been taller and bigger than my peers. We were broken off into groups, doing a project at our square tables. One boy commented how myself and another girl looked like twins, which I smiled at, she was a beautiful girl and a friend. The other boy of the group quipped, “Yeah, but Melissa is fat.” At 9 years old I was faced with the realization that my size set me apart. I may in fact have beauty but it was definitely in spite of my fatness and there were going to be people I’d cross paths with who felt the nastiest insult to my person would revolve around my size. These things, these words, stick with people.
Some will profess their comments are merely to help you and to look after your health. Did I ask you to do that for me? Did any of these women ask you to do that for them? It’s absurd when you really think about it. Take a trait like handedness. If it was less desirable in our society to be right handed some in our society would approach a righty and say, “Ya know? I noticed you’re a righty. You should really work on your left handed-ness.” It is lunacy. If anyone wishes to change any trait about themselves, whether it be their weight or hair color, that is for them to sort out and do. No one else.
The young woman from the aforementioned song sings about her feelings of inadequacies. About feeling like the joke, being made to feel invisible, feeling like she needed to be funny and always readily available for her friends to validate herself. This is how so many woman have felt or do feel throughout their lives and it’s despicable.
I have always had a pretty strong sense of self. I don’t really know where it comes from but I never felt like I needed to do or be anything to try and fit in. I am satisfied in my hobbies, my interests, my desire to learn, my positive and less positive attributes… in myself. I am grateful for this. That is not to say that I haven’t been wounded by words throughout my life but having a solid foundation in myself, I know those words are being said by a sad, hurt individual who is perpetuating that hurt onto me. I also know that some people are just straight up garbage and enjoy ridiculing others, we’ll always have those.
Society looks at someone like me, and says how dare she love herself, as she is?
How dare these plus size women, like Lizzo and Tess Holliday thrive on social media platforms, as they are?
How dare these fat people wear what they want, be in loving relationships…breath, as they are?
How dare you. Do better. Be better. Mind your own damn business.