The inconsistent, contradictory ramblings of Scarlett the Harlot

I think that if pressed, or even asked nicely, every fat girl (and guy) has at least one story to tell where the outside world has made them feel like complete and utter shit for even existing. We're the side kicks. The comic relief. We're a-sexual fashion accessories for skinny friends, like the Gay-Boy Best Friend ™ or the Sassy Friend of Color ™ who dispenses sage advice and the occasional bitch slap where appropriate. Incidentally, any and all of these stereotypes can bleed into one another depending on the time, setting, and dress code. 

Personally I can tell you I've had family members (who were, ironically just as large or larger than I was) tell me to stop eating because the food would go straight to my ass, I've had strangers off the street ask me if I'd ever considered Weight Watchers, I've felt rage at the fashion industry, and I've had to wear my grandmother's clothes in the sixth grade because that was the only thing that would fit me. So I'm a little aware of America's diet-centric culture and exactly how it relates to me specifically for good or evil.

Now, some would say that we in America are obsessed with our Causes. We've got civil rights, womans' rights, gay rights, and we've also got the fat acceptance movement, although I'm only just now hearing about it and I'll bet you probably haven't seen it blaring on your television either. Apparently it's been around since the 1960's. But in our thin-obsessed culture is it any wonder that CNN isn't wanting to have it's leaders talk about their beliefs? Of course not, CNN is too busy pushing the obesity epidemic.

Obviously I'm still a little bitter.

Okay, so by chance I stumbled upon this great community called fatshionista a few months ago. They're obivously big believers in fat acceptence. Through that community I heard about awesome bloggers Marianne Kirby and Kate Harding. Now Marianne and Kate have written a book.



( Dude, check it out, I finished a non-fiction book! )