Good Fat People vs Bad Fat People
I am a devout follower of Shannon Ashley. I have read her for a while, but never before realized that she suffers from PCOS. It’s a game changer. It is debilitating in many ways, but one key factor is the inability to maintain normal weight. It might be THE health issue that is synonymous with weight gain.
I can relate: I had a problem with a heart that beat more consistently when I was stuffed with food. When I’d cut back on carbs, I would suffer from arrhythmia. My weight ballooned from the negative reinforcement that came from eating chocolate cake and lasagna. Yes, I weighed 342 pounds, but I had an excuse. My fat wasn’t my fault. I was a GOOD fat person, like Shannon.
And then, like a miracle from God Himself, technology found a cure to my arrhythmia. I had surgery that fixed it. I lost 70 pounds within a year, 120 overall, and I now sport a comparatively-svelte 220 pounds. So take that, all you BAD fat people who just can’t control your eating. You BAD fat people who have no self control. It’s a shame you’re not GOOD fat people like Shannon and I… But you know what? I don’t ever remember Shannon’s mentioning that she had an excuse for her weight.
There is an obvious fracture here. There should not be “good” fat people, those who are fat for reasons beyond their control. And certainly not “bad” fat people. Arrhythmia and PCOS are physical things that are documentable. Emotional issues not so much. Are emotional issues not a valid excuse?
My 342-pound-former self SHOULD have worried about being fat. I should have never accepted myself for who I was. I was unhealthy and would now have diabetes, assuming I were still alive at all. I am not a fat acceptance person. Fat acceptance for me, that is. I hated my fat.
But you know what? I learned a lesson in humanity, as well. Maybe some fat people can’t accept their fat, but can’t change it either. But you know who CAN change? ME!!! I can love all people, even fat people. Like the times when I expected love and acceptance even when I was struggling myself.
I didn’t learn from Shannon how to deal with fat people. I learned a lesson in humanity.
(NOTE: I don’t know Shannon, and she certainly has no idea who I am. I write this strictly as a follower.)
