I’m going to leave that there for a moment and let it marinate. Take it all in. I’ll wait.
If that didn’t piss you off as much as it pissed me off, this is a fair warning: take your leave now, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Still here? Alrighty.
That little gem was the first thing to grace my eyes this morning, even before a sip of the sweet, sweet
elixir of life coffee had even passed my lips. I always check my phone first thing in the morning. Everyone does it, you know? Fumbles through the darkness, pushes buttons/taps touch screens to awaken the beast, and reads their messages and updates with one eye closed tight and the other squinting at the unholy brightness in the dim. But this, THIS example of size-ism, fattism, and otherwise douchebaggery was NOT what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.
So naturally, I had to comment. Angry, pre-coffee Jessica got angry. My comment was about 7 miles long, but something along the lines of: “Wow, go you, expecting a whole group of people to dress their bodies according to what is pleasing to your eyes. Pretty damn self centered, if you ask me! And yeah, totally, lets continue this trend of Women-As-Objects! That’s awesome!” In reality, there was less sarcasm, more intelligent reprimand, but you get the idea. I explained exactly why it makes me (and, lets not get it twisted here, a lot of other people as well!) rage when people treat other people this way, and her response was petulant.
“I respect your opinion, but as much as it makes you rage, it makes me rage to see these girls out here looking a mess.”
Sooooo…let me get this straight. I get angry when people objectify other human beings and treat them as “less” because of their size/shape/whatever. YOU get angry when people don’t dress their bodies according to what you deem appropriate?
To her I say this:
Because, honestly, there are things far more severe in this world that one should rage about. There are veterans homeless and starving, children being abused, and people being denied civil liberties and being blatantly discriminated against simply because of who they love. THAT is the kind of shit that needs to make people rage. THAT is the kind of injustice and social wrong-doings that should keep people angry and wanting for change. NOT the fact that plus sized girls are confident, beautiful, and comfortable enough in their own bodies to rock a two-piece swimsuit.
This post was originally going to focus on the Bikini Body trend that hits the blogosphere like clockwork every spring. I wanted to reiterate what every other amazing body-positive blogger out there preaches, in my own way : I was going to jump on the “bikini body bandwagon” so-to-speak.
It’s because of people like this girl, judgmental people who just take what the media serves up, that an entire group of people is consistently shamed. It is automatically assumed that fat people are unhealthy. That they dine on McDonalds and icecream, and that food is the only reason that they are the size that they are. They are literally treated as lesser humans because of the way they look, and certain things become “off limits” to them, because “other people don’t want to see that”.
It’s maddening, is what it is.
Maybe I’m in the minority, here. Maybe I’m amongst the few and the proud that don’t give a flying fart what other people put on their bodies, because I have something called a life. A job. Bills. A relationship. Friends. You name it, I probably care more about it then I care about fat people in bikinis. Crazy, right? You see, because I’m happy with my life. I don’t need to focus on what other people do to make me feel better. I’m also a decent human being. Shock. Awe. Dismay. What a novel idea!
You know what, Rude Facebook Status Girl? You’re one of those jerks I talked about in my first post. One of those jerks who get their jollies off making other people feel badly about themselves. And when you’re on the beach this summer, and you see that “fat” girl in the sun, rocking the hell out of her bikini, do you know what you can do if you don’t like it?