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Fat and Happy:
In Defense of Fat Acceptance

by Mary Ray Worley

If you've grown up in twentieth-century American society, you
probably believe that being fat is a serious personal, social, and
medical liability. Many Americans would rather die or cut off a limb
than be fat, many believe that fatness is a serious health risk, and
many are convinced that it is a simple matter to reduce one's body
size and are so offended by body fat that they believe it is
acceptable to shun fat people and make them the butt of cruel jokes.
Those who are fat quickly learn to be deeply ashamed of their bodies
and spend their lives trying to become what they are not and hide
what cannot be hidden. Our society believes that thinness signals
self-discipline and self-respect, whereas fatness signals
self-contempt and lack of resolve. We're so accustomed to this way of
thinking that many of us have never considered that there might be an
alternative.

Nevertheless, a growing number of people believe it's possible to be
happy with your body even if it happens to be fat. In August 2000 I
attended the annual convention of the National Association to Advance
Fat Acceptance (NAAFA) in San Diego, and it was like visiting another
planet altogether. I hadn't realized how deeply my body shame
affected my life until I spent a glorious week without it. I'll never
be the same again.

The first time I had that "different planet" feeling was at the pool
party on the first night of the convention. Here were all these fat
people in stylish swimsuits and cover-ups, and whereas on my home
planet a fat person was expected to feel apologetic and embarrassed
about her body-especially in a swimsuit-here were a hundred or so fat
people who were enjoying being in their bodies without a shred of
self-consciousness. They were having so much fun it was infectious. I
felt light-headed and giddy. I kept noticing how great everyone
looked. They were confident and radiant and happy-and all sizes of
fat. Definitely not my planet.

One of the features of NAAFA's conventions is that they invite
vendors who sell stylish large-size clothing. So whereas on my home
planet, you're lucky if you can find a swimsuit that fits at all, on
this planet you have choices and can find a swimsuit that's made from
beautiful fabric and looks absolutely smashing on you. Where I come
from, you're grateful if you can find clothes that you can actually
get on, and forget finding clothes that really fit you. But on this
planet there were play clothes, dress-up clothes, you name it.
Choices galore. Beautiful fabrics with an elegant d**** and a certain
panache. I'd never before had so many choices. The clothes I tried on
(and bought) not only fit me but looked terrific. As the week wore on
and everyone had visited the vendors' booths, we all looked snazzier
and snazzier, and the ones who had been to past conventions looked
snazzy from the get-go.

The next night at the talent show those of us who didn't get a part
in the high school musical because we were too fat had a chance to
play the lead for five minutes. (I sang a snappy little number by
Stephen Sondheim called "The Ladies Who Lunch," from Company, and
hammed it up big time. I had a blast!) Top billing was given to a
troupe of belly dancers called the Fatimas. Now, I had read about
this attraction in the literature I received about the convention,
and I have to admit that I thought it would be some kind of a spoof
or a joke. I just couldn't conceive of a group of fat women doing
serious belly dancing, but it was no joke. These women were indeed
serious-and excellent-belly dancers. They wore the full belly-dancing
regalia-that is, gauze and bangles and beads and not much else. When
they first looped and bobbed their way out into the middle of the
room, I think my chin must have dropped through the floor. They were
exquisitely beautiful and voluptuous and graceful and serene. I
thought that anyone, no matter how acculturated to my home planet,
would have to be just about dead not to recognize how beautiful they
were. And they were all so different from each other. We are
accustomed to seeing mostly thin bodies that look more or less the
same, but these bodies showed an amazing degree of delightful
diversity. Body fat does not distribute itself on every fat person in
the same way, so there's lots of variety. Plus they weren't all
young. A couple of them had to have been past fifty, and they were so
beautiful. And exotic, and mesmerizing. I had always assumed that as
a fat woman I could never do that, and especially not as a fat woman
past fifty. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I felt a jolt as my old assumptions
were jettisoned out into space. Bag that old paradigm. This one is
definitely a lot more fun.

One of the featured speakers at the convention was Dr. Diane Budd,
who spoke about the medical and scientific communities' take on
fatness. Although the data gathered for most current studies indicate
that body size is primarily determined by one's genetic makeup, most
researchers conclude-in spite of their own findings-that fat
individuals should try to lose weight anyway. There are no data that
indicate (a) that such efforts are likely to be effective (in fact,
more than 90 percent of those who lose weight gain it back), (b) that
a person's overall health would be improved by losing weight, or (c)
that the effort to lose weight won't in fact turn out to have lasting
harmful effects on one's appetite, metabolism, and self-esteem. Our
assumptions about the desirability of thinness are so deeply
ingrained that scientists find it next to impossible to align their
recommendations with their findings; apparently they cannot bring
themselves to say that since body size is largely a result of one's
genetic makeup it's best to get on with the business of learning to
live in the body you have, whatever its size.

Moreover, none of the studies take into account the physical
implications of the social ostracism and body hate that are a regular
part of most fat people's lives. Fat people are often taunted in
public and are pressured by family members to lose weight. Complete
strangers feel they are not out of line to criticize the contents of
a fat person's grocery cart, and family members may evaluate
everything a fat person puts on her plate. Fat people need to be
active and strong enough to carry their body weight comfortably, but
they may feel ill at ease exercising in public because of unkind
stares and comments. They may feel that they can't wear shorts or
sleeveless t-shirts or swimsuits for fear of offending the delicate
sensibilities of others and inviting rude comments, and so they will
be too hot and too embarrassed and will give up on regular exercise
because they don't have the support they need to continue. Now that
is a health risk.

Moreover, fat people are often reluctant to seek medical attention
because health professionals are among the most prejudiced people
around. Regardless of the ailment you are seeking treatment for, if
you are fat, your doctor may put you on a diet before she treats your
cough, and attribute whatever complaint you have to your weight.
Pressures like these must certainly contribute to the shortening of
many fat people's lives, quite apart from any physical risk resulting
from a preponderance of body fat.

The upshot is that it's very likely that the health risks of being
fat have been highly overestimated. In combination with other risk
factors, being fat may occasionally contribute to compromised health,
but not nearly to the degree that many people think. When a fat
person goes to a weight-loss clinic, the goal is usually to lose
weight as quickly as possible, as though to snatch the poor fat soul
out of the jaws of imminent death. And often the harsh methods used
to effect that weight loss are in and of themselves much more harmful
than being fat is. In fact, it is my understanding that statistically
a person is much less likely to regain weight that is lost very
slowly. So what's the big rush? The big rush is that we hate fat and
want to put as much distance between ourselves and it as quickly as
possible. Quick and dramatic weight loss sells; slow and gradual
weight loss does not. There's nothing compassionate, rational, or
scientific about it. We just hate fat.

Many fat people have made numerous efforts and spent thousands of
dollars throughout their lives to lose weight and each time regained
the lost pounds plus a few more. Have this happen to you enough times
and you will be apprehensive at the prospect of losing weight for
fear of gaining back more than you lose. On my own account, there's
no way I want to diet again, because it will just make me fatter in
the long run. Help like that I don't need, and I sure as spitfire
don't need to pay through the nose for it.

After years and years of dieting it slowly dawned on me that my body
rebelled when I tried to restrict my food intake. All those years I
figured that it was me who was failing, and then I began to realize
that it was the method that was failing. I began to wonder whether
the problem itself was being incorrectly defined. I began raising new
questions just about the time that researchers were discovering that,
rather than being a simple intake-outtake equation, body weight
resulted from a complex interplay of set point (the body's tendency
to stay within a certain narrow weight range), appetite and satiety
cues, metabolism, and genes. Moreover, our bodies are designed to
protect us from starvation and have some powerful defenses against
it. They react to dieting just as they do to starving. They don't
know there is a McDonald's around every corner. For all they know,
we're still living in the Ice Age, when the next meal may be hours or
days or miles away. So when we decrease the amount of food we eat,
our bodies slow the metabolic rate to fend off possible starvation.
It's a great system, really. In my case I'm convinced that as
determined as I have been to become thin, my body has always been
more determined to save me from starvation. My body is more stubborn
than I am. Amazing.

So I stopped dieting and began to make peace with food and with my
body. I slowly stopped being afraid of food. In 1999 I became a
vegetarian, and somehow that change-and the culture that seems to go
with it-put food in a new light for me. Food was no longer the enemy;
it was a gift and a source of joy. I began to slow down and relish my
meals, to enjoy food and be grateful for all the ways that it
nourishes me.

Over the last fif**** years or so I've made many attempts to become
more active on a regular basis with varying degrees of success. I
often would go swimming three or four times a week for two, three, or
four months followed by a hiatus of several weeks or months. About
two years ago, I realized that I always felt better when I was being
active. So why the long hiatuses? Because I was exercising in hopes
of losing weight. After months of dogged discipline with what I
considered to be meager results at best, I would naturally become
discouraged and stop. Within a few weeks I would stop feeling the
surge of energy and well-being that comes with regular exercise.

So what would happen if I just exercised because I felt better when I
did? How about moving just for the fun of it? So I gave up the notion
of losing weight and consequently gave up feeling hopeless, and as a
result the hiatuses have become fewer and shorter in duration. I
began to vary my workouts more, so that I got less bored and enjoyed
myself more. Who knew that moving, even in a large body, could be
this much fun? I'd never allowed myself to have this kind of fun in
my body before.

I discovered to my delight that the more physically competent I
became, the better I felt about my body. My husband, Tom, and I go
for long hikes in the woods, and some of those hikes have been
challenging for me-not too challenging, but just enough. Two years
ago we visited Yosemite National Park, and we hiked partway up to the
top of Vernal Fall. It was a demanding hike, and pretty much every
body was huffing and puffing. We made it up to the bridge that's just
shy of halfway to the top. It was good to know when to stop, but it
rankled me that I didn't have the energy or stamina to make it all
the way. So I decided that next time I will. Next spring we're
planning another trip to Yosemite, and I'm going to make it to the
top of Vernal Fall. I don't care how long it takes me or how much I
have to huff and puff. My only stipulation is that I have to be
strong enough to have fun doing it. I don't want it to be a torture
session.

I've been training with that goal in mind for months now. Instead of
avoiding stairs, I look for them. I'm no longer ashamed of huffing
and puffing-I'm proud. I'm pushing myself just enough so that I'm
becoming stronger and have more endurance all the time. This summer I
discovered that I can hike all day long. What a thrill! In July, Tom
and I hiked in Copper Falls State Park from 12 noon until 8 p.m. (we
stopped to rest three times). And in August I traipsed around the San
Diego Wild Animal Park from 9 a.m. until 8 p.m. (again with three
rests). How wonderful to have a body that will carry me through an
entire day of fun! I never realized before what a miracle my body is,
its glorious ability to build muscle and save me from starvation. I'm
only beginning to discover what a marvelous gift it is.

After years of fighting our set points, our metabolism, our genes,
and our hunger, after decades of being ashamed, hating our bodies,
and trying to manipulate them into being something they're not, after
spending mountains of money and energy trying to conform to someone
else's ideal, it isn't surprising that some of us question whether
this is the best way to for us to live. A few of us brave adventurers
have found another way, and it involves much less agony, costs much
less money, and is much more fun.

We're not giving up, and we're not letting ourselves go. Rather we're
f****ng a new relationship with our bodies, one that doesn't involve
self-loathing, one that appreciates the miraculous bodies we have,
one that brings joy. There's plenty of room on this new planet, and
here you needn't apologize for your size. You're entitled to the
space you take up. You can find clothes that show off the gorgeous
person you are, you can play and dance without self-consciousness,
you can be proud of yourself and never dread unwanted attention, you
can be a brave pioneer and a friend to those who have suffered on
planets less kind and less joyous than this one.


Lady Veteran
-----------------------------------
"I rode a tank and held a general's rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."
-Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil
------------------------------------------------
Support bacteria - they're the only culture
some people have." -Stephen Wright
-------------------------------------------
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only
make them think - Socrates
--------------------------------------------
The real Lady Veteran does not use anonymous
remailers.
-----------------------------------------------
Any male who calls a strong woman a ******* or
a dyke is himself impotent and insecure in his
manhood. Freud would say they have been
symbolically castrated. - The real Lady Veteran
----------------------------------------------
The Real Lady Veteran does not post articles
relating to weight-loss. She posts articles
advocating tolerance and self-acceptance.
The bastard NR takes her name in vain.
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Fat and Happy:
In Defense of Fat Acceptance

by Mary Ray Worley

If you've grown up in twentieth-century American society, you
probably believe that being fat is a serious personal, social, and
medical liability. Many Americans would rather die or cut off a limb
than be fat, many believe that fatness is a serious health risk, and
many are convinced that it is a simple matter to reduce one's body
size and are so offended by body fat that they believe it is
acceptable to shun fat people and make them the butt of cruel jokes.
Those who are fat quickly learn to be deeply ashamed of their bodies
and spend their lives trying to become what they are not and hide
what cannot be hidden. Our society believes that thinness signals
self-discipline and self-respect, whereas fatness signals
self-contempt and lack of resolve. We're so accustomed to this way of
thinking that many of us have never considered that there might be an
alternative.

Nevertheless, a growing number of people believe it's possible to be
happy with your body even if it happens to be fat. In August 2000 I
attended the annual convention of the National Association to Advance
Fat Acceptance (NAAFA) in San Diego, and it was like visiting another
planet altogether. I hadn't realized how deeply my body shame
affected my life until I spent a glorious week without it. I'll never
be the same again.

The first time I had that "different planet" feeling was at the pool
party on the first night of the convention. Here were all these fat
people in stylish swimsuits and cover-ups, and whereas on my home
planet a fat person was expected to feel apologetic and embarrassed
about her body-especially in a swimsuit-here were a hundred or so fat
people who were enjoying being in their bodies without a shred of
self-consciousness. They were having so much fun it was infectious. I
felt light-headed and giddy. I kept noticing how great everyone
looked. They were confident and radiant and happy-and all sizes of
fat. Definitely not my planet.

One of the features of NAAFA's conventions is that they invite
vendors who sell stylish large-size clothing. So whereas on my home
planet, you're lucky if you can find a swimsuit that fits at all, on
this planet you have choices and can find a swimsuit that's made from
beautiful fabric and looks absolutely smashing on you. Where I come
from, you're grateful if you can find clothes that you can actually
get on, and forget finding clothes that really fit you. But on this
planet there were play clothes, dress-up clothes, you name it.
Choices galore. Beautiful fabrics with an elegant d**** and a certain
panache. I'd never before had so many choices. The clothes I tried on
(and bought) not only fit me but looked terrific. As the week wore on
and everyone had visited the vendors' booths, we all looked snazzier
and snazzier, and the ones who had been to past conventions looked
snazzy from the get-go.

The next night at the talent show those of us who didn't get a part
in the high school musical because we were too fat had a chance to
play the lead for five minutes. (I sang a snappy little number by
Stephen Sondheim called "The Ladies Who Lunch," from Company, and
hammed it up big time. I had a blast!) Top billing was given to a
troupe of belly dancers called the Fatimas. Now, I had read about
this attraction in the literature I received about the convention,
and I have to admit that I thought it would be some kind of a spoof
or a joke. I just couldn't conceive of a group of fat women doing
serious belly dancing, but it was no joke. These women were indeed
serious-and excellent-belly dancers. They wore the full belly-dancing
regalia-that is, gauze and bangles and beads and not much else. When
they first looped and bobbed their way out into the middle of the
room, I think my chin must have dropped through the floor. They were
exquisitely beautiful and voluptuous and graceful and serene. I
thought that anyone, no matter how acculturated to my home planet,
would have to be just about dead not to recognize how beautiful they
were. And they were all so different from each other. We are
accustomed to seeing mostly thin bodies that look more or less the
same, but these bodies showed an amazing degree of delightful
diversity. Body fat does not distribute itself on every fat person in
the same way, so there's lots of variety. Plus they weren't all
young. A couple of them had to have been past fifty, and they were so
beautiful. And exotic, and mesmerizing. I had always assumed that as
a fat woman I could never do that, and especially not as a fat woman
past fifty. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I felt a jolt as my old assumptions
were jettisoned out into space. Bag that old paradigm. This one is
definitely a lot more fun.

One of the featured speakers at the convention was Dr. Diane Budd,
who spoke about the medical and scientific communities' take on
fatness. Although the data gathered for most current studies indicate
that body size is primarily determined by one's genetic makeup, most
researchers conclude-in spite of their own findings-that fat
individuals should try to lose weight anyway. There are no data that
indicate (a) that such efforts are likely to be effective (in fact,
more than 90 percent of those who lose weight gain it back), (b) that
a person's overall health would be improved by losing weight, or (c)
that the effort to lose weight won't in fact turn out to have lasting
harmful effects on one's appetite, metabolism, and self-esteem. Our
assumptions about the desirability of thinness are so deeply
ingrained that scientists find it next to impossible to align their
recommendations with their findings; apparently they cannot bring
themselves to say that since body size is largely a result of one's
genetic makeup it's best to get on with the business of learning to
live in the body you have, whatever its size.

Moreover, none of the studies take into account the physical
implications of the social ostracism and body hate that are a regular
part of most fat people's lives. Fat people are often taunted in
public and are pressured by family members to lose weight. Complete
strangers feel they are not out of line to criticize the contents of
a fat person's grocery cart, and family members may evaluate
everything a fat person puts on her plate. Fat people need to be
active and strong enough to carry their body weight comfortably, but
they may feel ill at ease exercising in public because of unkind
stares and comments. They may feel that they can't wear shorts or
sleeveless t-shirts or swimsuits for fear of offending the delicate
sensibilities of others and inviting rude comments, and so they will
be too hot and too embarrassed and will give up on regular exercise
because they don't have the support they need to continue. Now that
is a health risk.

Moreover, fat people are often reluctant to seek medical attention
because health professionals are among the most prejudiced people
around. Regardless of the ailment you are seeking treatment for, if
you are fat, your doctor may put you on a diet before she treats your
cough, and attribute whatever complaint you have to your weight.
Pressures like these must certainly contribute to the shortening of
many fat people's lives, quite apart from any physical risk resulting
from a preponderance of body fat.

The upshot is that it's very likely that the health risks of being
fat have been highly overestimated. In combination with other risk
factors, being fat may occasionally contribute to compromised health,
but not nearly to the degree that many people think. When a fat
person goes to a weight-loss clinic, the goal is usually to lose
weight as quickly as possible, as though to snatch the poor fat soul
out of the jaws of imminent death. And often the harsh methods used
to effect that weight loss are in and of themselves much more harmful
than being fat is. In fact, it is my understanding that statistically
a person is much less likely to regain weight that is lost very
slowly. So what's the big rush? The big rush is that we hate fat and
want to put as much distance between ourselves and it as quickly as
possible. Quick and dramatic weight loss sells; slow and gradual
weight loss does not. There's nothing compassionate, rational, or
scientific about it. We just hate fat.

Many fat people have made numerous efforts and spent thousands of
dollars throughout their lives to lose weight and each time regained
the lost pounds plus a few more. Have this happen to you enough times
and you will be apprehensive at the prospect of losing weight for
fear of gaining back more than you lose. On my own account, there's
no way I want to diet again, because it will just make me fatter in
the long run. Help like that I don't need, and I sure as spitfire
don't need to pay through the nose for it.

After years and years of dieting it slowly dawned on me that my body
rebelled when I tried to restrict my food intake. All those years I
figured that it was me who was failing, and then I began to realize
that it was the method that was failing. I began to wonder whether
the problem itself was being incorrectly defined. I began raising new
questions just about the time that researchers were discovering that,
rather than being a simple intake-outtake equation, body weight
resulted from a complex interplay of set point (the body's tendency
to stay within a certain narrow weight range), appetite and satiety
cues, metabolism, and genes. Moreover, our bodies are designed to
protect us from starvation and have some powerful defenses against
it. They react to dieting just as they do to starving. They don't
know there is a McDonald's around every corner. For all they know,
we're still living in the Ice Age, when the next meal may be hours or
days or miles away. So when we decrease the amount of food we eat,
our bodies slow the metabolic rate to fend off possible starvation.
It's a great system, really. In my case I'm convinced that as
determined as I have been to become thin, my body has always been
more determined to save me from starvation. My body is more stubborn
than I am. Amazing.

So I stopped dieting and began to make peace with food and with my
body. I slowly stopped being afraid of food. In 1999 I became a
vegetarian, and somehow that change-and the culture that seems to go
with it-put food in a new light for me. Food was no longer the enemy;
it was a gift and a source of joy. I began to slow down and relish my
meals, to enjoy food and be grateful for all the ways that it
nourishes me.

Over the last fif**** years or so I've made many attempts to become
more active on a regular basis with varying degrees of success. I
often would go swimming three or four times a week for two, three, or
four months followed by a hiatus of several weeks or months. About
two years ago, I realized that I always felt better when I was being
active. So why the long hiatuses? Because I was exercising in hopes
of losing weight. After months of dogged discipline with what I
considered to be meager results at best, I would naturally become
discouraged and stop. Within a few weeks I would stop feeling the
surge of energy and well-being that comes with regular exercise.

So what would happen if I just exercised because I felt better when I
did? How about moving just for the fun of it? So I gave up the notion
of losing weight and consequently gave up feeling hopeless, and as a
result the hiatuses have become fewer and shorter in duration. I
began to vary my workouts more, so that I got less bored and enjoyed
myself more. Who knew that moving, even in a large body, could be
this much fun? I'd never allowed myself to have this kind of fun in
my body before.

I discovered to my delight that the more physically competent I
became, the better I felt about my body. My husband, Tom, and I go
for long hikes in the woods, and some of those hikes have been
challenging for me-not too challenging, but just enough. Two years
ago we visited Yosemite National Park, and we hiked partway up to the
top of Vernal Fall. It was a demanding hike, and pretty much every
body was huffing and puffing. We made it up to the bridge that's just
shy of halfway to the top. It was good to know when to stop, but it
rankled me that I didn't have the energy or stamina to make it all
the way. So I decided that next time I will. Next spring we're
planning another trip to Yosemite, and I'm going to make it to the
top of Vernal Fall. I don't care how long it takes me or how much I
have to huff and puff. My only stipulation is that I have to be
strong enough to have fun doing it. I don't want it to be a torture
session.

I've been training with that goal in mind for months now. Instead of
avoiding stairs, I look for them. I'm no longer ashamed of huffing
and puffing-I'm proud. I'm pushing myself just enough so that I'm
becoming stronger and have more endurance all the time. This summer I
discovered that I can hike all day long. What a thrill! In July, Tom
and I hiked in Copper Falls State Park from 12 noon until 8 p.m. (we
stopped to rest three times). And in August I traipsed around the San
Diego Wild Animal Park from 9 a.m. until 8 p.m. (again with three
rests). How wonderful to have a body that will carry me through an
entire day of fun! I never realized before what a miracle my body is,
its glorious ability to build muscle and save me from starvation. I'm
only beginning to discover what a marvelous gift it is.

After years of fighting our set points, our metabolism, our genes,
and our hunger, after decades of being ashamed, hating our bodies,
and trying to manipulate them into being something they're not, after
spending mountains of money and energy trying to conform to someone
else's ideal, it isn't surprising that some of us question whether
this is the best way to for us to live. A few of us brave adventurers
have found another way, and it involves much less agony, costs much
less money, and is much more fun.

We're not giving up, and we're not letting ourselves go. Rather we're
f****ng a new relationship with our bodies, one that doesn't involve
self-loathing, one that appreciates the miraculous bodies we have,
one that brings joy. There's plenty of room on this new planet, and
here you needn't apologize for your size. You're entitled to the
space you take up. You can find clothes that show off the gorgeous
person you are, you can play and dance without self-consciousness,
you can be proud of yourself and never dread unwanted attention, you
can be a brave pioneer and a friend to those who have suffered on
planets less kind and less joyous than this one.


Lady Veteran
-----------------------------------
"I rode a tank and held a general's rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."
-Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil
------------------------------------------------
Support bacteria - they're the only culture
some people have." -Stephen Wright
-------------------------------------------
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only
make them think - Socrates
--------------------------------------------
The real Lady Veteran does not use anonymous
remailers.
-----------------------------------------------
Any male who calls a strong woman a ******* or
a dyke is himself impotent and insecure in his
manhood. Freud would say they have been
symbolically castrated. - The real Lady Veteran
----------------------------------------------
The Real Lady Veteran does not post articles
relating to weight-loss. She posts articles
advocating tolerance and self-acceptance.
The bastard NR takes her name in vain.
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You can feel anything you want about your fat... But objectively that
does not change the fact that you are fat!

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On 5 Jul 2003 03:19:43 GMT, Ignoramus18320


You sure gave yourself the right name, didn't you?

Yes, I thought so.

LV

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On 5 Jul 2003 02:07:32 +0200, Lady Veteran <armyvet.@jeepweb.com>


It's a good thing to respect yourself, whatever your body type.
Self-loathing will not help with any behavioral condition. It can
certainly reinforce the negative behavior, which becomes a horrid
ouroborous of shame and self-destruction.

That said, I hope that the folks with the new sense of self-worth that
attended the session mentioned here nonetheless understand that
obesity is a disorder, and a severe health risk. If the result of
conferences like this is to create indifference to obesity, then it's
doing a disservice to its attendees, and filling its coffers with
blood money.

I would certainly love to see the stigma associated with obesity
erased. Over the last 100 years, the shame and disenfranchisment of
alcoholics, for instance, has been replaced to a large extent with
understanding and empathy. However, no one would claim that practicing
alcoholics should be happy and accept their besotted selves.

Obesity is a treatable disorder, with a vast assortment of treatments.
All of them are simple, though none of them is easy.

I doubt the family of a 45 year old woman dead of diabetes
complications or heart failure would take much consolation from the
fact that she took first place in a plus-size swimsuit contest.

BLink
Brian Link in St. Paul, Minnesota

*If you want to respond to me you can use my email address, or
follow-up to misc.fitness.weights, one of the many groups spammed by
this heartwarming article, but the only one I read.
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6 3rd June 03:09
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(SNIP)

Uh, it IS. It's fine to "accept" your obesity, but to deny that it is an
unhealthy and unnatural state is denial. Not a good idea to post your
propaganda to MFW, because there are lots of formerly fat people here who
stand in opposition to NAAFA's bullshit.
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7 3rd June 03:09
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Can you come up with something better than lame personal insults based
on a posting alias?

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8 5th June 02:23
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Regardless of the above. Ridiculing fat people is UNACCEPTABLE. I am
trying to show the damage that causes.

Your fingers are not broken-trim the cross post in your reply if you don't like
it.

Blame the bastard NR for the crossposting...if you have to
flame-flame the correct idiot.

LV

Lady Veteran
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"I rode a tank and held a general's rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."
- -Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil
- ------------------------------------------------
Support bacteria - they're the only culture
some people have." -Stephen Wright
- -------------------------------------------
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only
make them think - Socrates
- --------------------------------------------
The real Lady Veteran does not use anonymous
remailers.
- -----------------------------------------------
Any male who calls a strong woman a ******* or
a dyke is himself impotent and insecure in his
manhood. Freud would say they have been
symbolically castrated. - The real Lady Veteran
- ----------------------------------------------
The Real Lady Veteran does not post articles
relating to weight-loss. She posts articles
advocating tolerance and self-acceptance.
The bastard NR takes her name in vain.
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On 5 Jul 2003 12:57:36 GMT, Ignoramus18320


Sure I can it you give me something to work with.

So far you are batting ZERO.

LV

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"I rode a tank and held a general's rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."
- -Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil
- ------------------------------------------------
Support bacteria - they're the only culture
some people have." -Stephen Wright
- -------------------------------------------
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only
make them think - Socrates
- --------------------------------------------
The real Lady Veteran does not use anonymous
remailers.
- -----------------------------------------------
Any male who calls a strong woman a ******* or
a dyke is himself impotent and insecure in his
manhood. Freud would say they have been
symbolically castrated. - The real Lady Veteran
- ----------------------------------------------
The Real Lady Veteran does not post articles
relating to weight-loss. She posts articles
advocating tolerance and self-acceptance.
The bastard NR takes her name in vain.
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Hey,

Did you get kicked out of the Army for being a fatty?

Jim
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