I am getting ready now to go to the local newspaper’s office for a photo shoot. They’re using me and Z as illustrations for their article on “Weight Acceptance”, which I’m trying to convince the guy is more normally called either “Fat Acceptance” or “Size Positivity” by those who actually are involved in it. He can call it what he want, but it’ll probably be taken more seriously if he calls it what most people call it. That’s all I’m really saying there.He wants me to pose with a bunch of beets, while Z poses with a bag of pork rinds. Because those are actual foodstuffs that we had in our house, and he thought it was hilarious that I won’t touch the pork rinds because I think they’re gross, but Z loves them. And is the skinny one.Eh, I hope it turns out well. You know what I mean. I’m not exactly at my ease being set up as the poster child for the unrepentant fatties of my hometown. But I’m not ashamed either. And I’m glad the story’s being done, I’m just nervous about it. That’s all.
This is an excerpt from a woman on my LJ friends list who did an interview on size positivity (I prefer self-acceptance, but that’s me.) I think her perspective was interesting, and while I haven’t seen the article, I think her voice right here is very telling about the experience. You can see her concluding thoughts here.
Mostly I want to illustrate that fat people are people, not stereotypes. Some of us eat compulsively, others just have a really slow metabolic burn.