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poisontaster posted about fandom safe space earlier.
Cause here I am, triggered to all hell, and fighting with myself not to do something phenomenally stupid.
I clicked on some artwork of chubby Jensen, and it was cute. Hey, chubby Jensen was getting love! Awesome! This must be a big bang about chubby Jensen learning to love himself!
Ah. No. A half page of Jensen's family sending him exercise gear (Cause fatties don't exercise, see!), he decides to jog, and ends up passing out (because we all know fatties are going to die of heart disease, right?) and wakes in the hospital. Then, he feels like he should apologize to the orderlies who have to transfer his fat ass to another bed. (it takes THREE! Because, he's a fatty, got it?) That's about when I stopped and had to go in another room and not cry. Oh wait, no, the fatty got sent to fat camp. Where Jared will teach him to be skinny and not to eat everything in sight, and maybe to get off his fat ass. And at the end, when he's had "dramatic" weight loss, and run a marathon (seriously how many skinny people can do that?) then, he gets the sexin with Jared.
Y'know what, fuck that. If that's your thing, cool. But I don't need to read 40k words of hate. Whether that was what the author intended, that's what I see.
I'm fat. I'm very fat. I'm what they call a "death fattie." As in, OMG if you don't lose weight you're gonna die right now!!!!! Obesityheartattackdiabetes, deeeeaaaattthhh.
Y'know who's going to die first? The people who are out there yo-yo dieting because they hate their fat. Why are they yo-yoing? Because all denying yourself calories does is reset your body so that when you gain it back (and you will--results not typical, right) you gain more, and it's harder to take off. If you're fat, and you work out, you're less likely to die than someone who yo-yos.
But...the American Obesity Association says...wait? Who is on the board of the AOA? Weight Watchers? Jenny Craig? The Board of Bariatric Surgeons? Wow. They have a lot to gain by keeping people yo-yoing, don't they?
People. I've got bad news for you. I, in all my 300 pound glory, eat about the same as a skinny person. I get lunch sized portions, and have it for dinner, too. I don't eat a ton of candy, though I don't deny myself it, either. I eat what my body says it wants. And when it's full, I stop.
I'm sick of feeling like I should apologize for living. I'm sick of feeling judged every time I order dessert, or say "Yes, you better fucking well put whipped cream on my frappicino." Fuck it. I will wear sexy clothes if I want. If you don't like it, tough. I will go out in public and I will order what I damned well want. I will not let someone make me feel like less of a person because I'm wearing a tank top, and happy. I'm sorry if you're miserable. I'm not.
I have a wife who loves me (god bless lesbians, btw. a better community of fatty chasers is hard to find) I have a business starting that will make me happy, and hopefully provide for me and my wife. I don't have time for hate.
I am a child of the Morrigan, and I do not suffer fools.
I am a child of the Goddess, and She made me in Her image.
I am a child of the God, and He didn't go for a skinny chick. (I mean, look at the Venus of Wilendorf!!) (which is not to say that he didn't like the skinny chicks, too...my God isn't picky, he just likes the ladies)
I am me, and I am enough.
It's kind of funny that
poisontaster posted about fandom safe space earlier. Cause here I am, triggered to all hell, and fighting with myself not to do something phenomenally stupid.
I clicked on some artwork of chubby Jensen, and it was cute. Hey, chubby Jensen was getting love! Awesome! This must be a big bang about chubby Jensen learning to love himself!
Ah. No. A half page of Jensen's family sending him exercise gear (Cause fatties don't exercise, see!), he decides to jog, and ends up passing out (because we all know fatties are going to die of heart disease, right?) and wakes in the hospital. Then, he feels like he should apologize to the orderlies who have to transfer his fat ass to another bed. (it takes THREE! Because, he's a fatty, got it?) That's about when I stopped and had to go in another room and not cry. Oh wait, no, the fatty got sent to fat camp. Where Jared will teach him to be skinny and not to eat everything in sight, and maybe to get off his fat ass. And at the end, when he's had "dramatic" weight loss, and run a marathon (seriously how many skinny people can do that?) then, he gets the sexin with Jared.
Y'know what, fuck that. If that's your thing, cool. But I don't need to read 40k words of hate. Whether that was what the author intended, that's what I see.
I'm fat. I'm very fat. I'm what they call a "death fattie." As in, OMG if you don't lose weight you're gonna die right now!!!!! Obesityheartattackdiabetes, deeeeaaaattthhh.
Y'know who's going to die first? The people who are out there yo-yo dieting because they hate their fat. Why are they yo-yoing? Because all denying yourself calories does is reset your body so that when you gain it back (and you will--results not typical, right) you gain more, and it's harder to take off. If you're fat, and you work out, you're less likely to die than someone who yo-yos.
But...the American Obesity Association says...wait? Who is on the board of the AOA? Weight Watchers? Jenny Craig? The Board of Bariatric Surgeons? Wow. They have a lot to gain by keeping people yo-yoing, don't they?
People. I've got bad news for you. I, in all my 300 pound glory, eat about the same as a skinny person. I get lunch sized portions, and have it for dinner, too. I don't eat a ton of candy, though I don't deny myself it, either. I eat what my body says it wants. And when it's full, I stop.
I'm sick of feeling like I should apologize for living. I'm sick of feeling judged every time I order dessert, or say "Yes, you better fucking well put whipped cream on my frappicino." Fuck it. I will wear sexy clothes if I want. If you don't like it, tough. I will go out in public and I will order what I damned well want. I will not let someone make me feel like less of a person because I'm wearing a tank top, and happy. I'm sorry if you're miserable. I'm not.
I have a wife who loves me (god bless lesbians, btw. a better community of fatty chasers is hard to find) I have a business starting that will make me happy, and hopefully provide for me and my wife. I don't have time for hate.
I am a child of the Morrigan, and I do not suffer fools.
I am a child of the Goddess, and She made me in Her image.
I am a child of the God, and He didn't go for a skinny chick. (I mean, look at the Venus of Wilendorf!!) (which is not to say that he didn't like the skinny chicks, too...my God isn't picky, he just likes the ladies)
I am me, and I am enough.
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Date: 2009-06-19 02:33 am (UTC)that and losing that amount of weight wouldn't cure all the health problems that had been developed... and would likely require some surgery due to the amount of weight lost as there would be 'excess' skin.
however:
The author, I believe, did *try* to excuse any insults by mentioning that it would not work for all people when she had the doctor talking to Jensen. There was a quick discussion on genetics and obesity and blah blah blah. She also had the doctor mention that Jensen did eat huge servings- not regular lunch sized portions. There was also how the author described Jensen as a layabout with his work from home type job (which doesn't really necessarily mean layabout to me... but I guess that's what the character was basically described as.... only eating+sitting around all day).
Again I'm not trying to say the fic was a-ok... I completely understand why you wouldn't read it. There are fics I won't read because the topic brings back memories of something that happened to one of my friends in High School.
I don't think the author was trying to do anything more than recreate something akin to 'the biggest loser' in a way. I think she could have done a better job.
I thought the story was an enjoyable read but could have been researched better in some areas because even with died+exercise there would be more to it than what the author wrote. It wasn't very realistic in many manners.
Thank you for posting this. Your explanation was clear and well written and it was good to hear a POV that is so widely overlooked on this issue. *hugs*
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Date: 2009-06-19 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-30 08:01 am (UTC)I think that's incredibly problematic precisely because that IS the way that all fat people are viewed. If only you ate less, you'd lose weight! Fat people are fat because they stuff their faces day and night. That's what our society tells us. (Oh yeah, and they don't exercise, too. But really, it's the stuffing their faces.)
So even if there is a disclaimer that not everyone is fat because they stuff their face, by writing a story in which a person is really overweight and in terrible health because they are lazy and overeat, that is reinforcing every bad stereotype about fat people.