Fat Discontent

The right to fat rage

I’m supposed to be writing today, but I’m having massive writer’s block. So I’m analyzing what I’m feeling…and I realize that it’s fat discontent.

I am hesitant to even write these words. Yes, I am discontent. Yes, I am fat. Therefore, I possess fat discontent. But it’s not what you might think. It’s not because I want to be thinner.

I want a more just world.

A world where I am judged by the content of my character and not the size of my body.

A world where fat people are not considered lazy or gross. (Thanks for nothing, Mike Tyson.)

A world where children are allowed to grow into their bodies without childhood dieting pushed on them by the very people who are supposed to have their best interests at heart.

Now that I’ve typed that out, I think what I actually am feeling is fat rage.

Is there another way to feel towards the world right now besides rage?

I’m angry about that Super Bowl ‘processed foods’ ad put out by our government.

I’m livid about ICE and everything that’s happening to immigrants and advocates.

I’m incandescent with rage at people who refuse to hold child rapists accountable.

Maybe this writer’s block is actually just being overwhelmed with discontent and rage. And that’s all I have for today.

-Amanda