I say the F word. In fact, I say it all the time. And even though it’s not the F word you’re thinking of, I still get looked at funny for saying it. Here, say it with me: F-A-T. Fat. RELATED: How The Idea Of Body Positivity Is Actually Toxic To Women
It’s just a word. It’s a descriptor used to describe that thing that lays under your skin that isn’t muscle. Everyone has it (whether it be too little or too much) and almost everyone wants to get rid of it.
All I see now are things that say: Lotion to reduce cellulite or cream to get rid of stretch marks or new diet to reduce body mass. Fat has become a bad word in our society somehow. We can’t even use it. But why? It’s a word that was first developed to mean “well-fed.” Isn’t that a good thing? No, instead, we all wish we were skinnier and happier. We all wish our fat would disappear so that we could fit into those size 2 jeans. I’m just as guilty of it as you may be. I’ve never loved my body. I’ve always hated my fat. And it’s okay to say that. It’s okay to admit to these feelings. Here’s a secret though. Girls’ breasts — those things that people love to stare at and touch — are just fat. Yep, you heard me. Those things we have to stuff into bras are just small, or big, collections of fat on our body. Oh, the horror! So, why is that fat glorified, but the rest of our fat is stuffed away into Spanx or looser shirts? What makes this fat so different from the rest of it? It’s okay to say that I have fat on my body. I have fat thighs. I have fat upper arms. And until this year, I had a fat face. I’d rather say that than: I have thunder thighs, jiggly upper arms, and a double chin. It’s fat, not thunder or jiggles or double anything. It’s just something in my body that has chosen settled there. It’s just something that naturally collects in these areas.
And I’m working on accepting it. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t still love to have less fat on my body.
RELATED: What It’s Like To Be A Fat Woman In The Era Of So-Called ‘Body Positivity’ But honestly, I don’t think I’d like my body if I had no fat either. I’d love to fit into smaller jeans. But not for the sake of my health. I know that there’s a certain level of fat that is unhealthy and we should all confront and worry about that. But saying that I, as someone who understands she has fat on her body just like everyone else on the planet, shouldn’t say that word is insulting. I should have the freedom to say the word fat without people looking at me like I’ve just insulted them and their firstborn. I should have the freedom to point at my belly and chuckle about my food baby, but understand that it’s also a little fat. We should be able to call people other than adorably fat babies something other than “chubby” or “obese” or “a little extra.” We should be talking about the fat, instead of avoiding it. Maybe part of people’s (including my) body issues is that we’re not allowed to say what we are. Okay, so we have fat. Let’s work on that to be better. Okay, so we’re fat. Let’s work to lose it or contain it! So we have fat. Welcome to the world. Sometimes, when I see things that say “lose that cellulite in 10 easy steps,” I want to throw it across the room. I want one thing — just one — to be honest with me and just say “lost that fat in 10 easy steps.” But it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s because we’re all so afraid of insulting each other that we can’t even say the word fat. To be honest, the F word rolls off my tongue easier than “fat” does. I think we could all work on it a little so that fat isn’t a buzzword anymore. Instead, it’s just a word that’s like any other descriptor or noun: I’m snarky, she’s silly, I have too many books, he’s tall, you have so much food, you’re lovely, she has fat. Is it really so terrible to just say what we mean?
I’m not saying I’m about to go out and point out people’s fat, flaws, scars, or beauty marks. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t be afraid of a word, when it’s just a part of our body.
We only get one body in this life. We should respect it, treat it well, and love it. But we shouldn’t shame it for having something that every single person has. We should embrace our bodies and our fat. We should embrace the different ways we look from everyone else. RELATED: I’m Perfectly Happy Being Fat. Stop Making It Your Issue. Emily Bernstein is a writer whose work focuses on mental health, pop culture, love, and family. Her writing has been featured in Nature, The New Yorker, Interview Magazine, Healio, Five O’Clock, among others. Follow her on Twitter for more. This article was originally published at Unwritten. Reprinted with permission from the author.
