This is an excerpt from WATRD Contributor Kim Brittingham’s book Read My Hips. See accolades at the bottom of the page! —— I don’t ever remember my mother being fat, and yet I clearly remember her dieting. When I was growing up, she read many women’s magazines — Redbook, Family Circle, Woman’s Day. As a stay-at-home […]
Mrs. Obama, my respect for you has taken a serious hit since you initiated your campaign against childhood obesity.
It isn’t that I want to force-feed our nation’s children and turn them all into lumbering giants; rather, I thought you were smarter and had more vision than to approach the issue as clumsily and insensitively as you have.
There’s nothing wrong with encouraging children to get more physically active, as your “Let’s Move!” campaign does. There’s also nothing wrong with educating children about good nutrition.
However, your campaign is unintelligent at its core, because instead of simply encouraging all children to eat right and stay active, you have made the choice to cast obesity itself as the enemy to be destroyed.
When we frame our battle for healthier children as a battle against fatness itself, we’re merely proclaiming open season on fat people. We’re encouraging an already fat-prejudiced society to further demonize those who bear the fat – worst of all, the children who bear it.
Kim Bensen and Meme Roth are individually building careers out of harming fat people and calling it “help”. Their methods differ, but the game is the same.
The commonality between Bensen and Roth and others like them is an egocentric delusion. Each believes she has the one and only true answer to the “obesity problem”. They see themselves as crusaders; Florence Nightingales to the fat masses who can’t seem to help themselves, poor things.
But their “concern” for fat people is a sham – and not even the messiahs themselves are able to see it. To recognize it, and further to admit it, would shatter their apparently delicate psyches.
But I think it’s time to call the bullshitters on their phony benevolence, to bring into question their misguided “aid”. Let’s pull away the downy baby blankets that protect their deeper motivations to wage war on other people’s bodies.
This incredible article, written by Kim Brittigham, was originally featured on FreshYarn.com.
What is it with women and jealousy? It drives me nuts.
I just don’t get jealous. Seriously. I’m a total enthusiast for anyone making their dreams a reality, or living well, or enjoying good fortune. It’s a beautiful thing, just beautiful!
Does this make me some kind of weirdo, or what?
I didn’t realize until last night how uneven-handed some size acceptance advocates are about stripping fat vocabulary of its unflattering undertones.
Last night, I broadcast two posts through an e-mail service called Help A Reporter Out (“HARO”), seeking interview subjects for articles I’m writing related to fatness and fitness. In both posts, I used the word “obese”.
And I caught shit for it.