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Fat shaming can't be the solution. Skinny shaming isn't the way to go. But fat love? Really? I guess, on a number of levels I think what women in the movement do is really important. In a world where thousands upon thousands of women (and men) are having a genuinely shitty time because of self esteem that seems to be deep under the ocean with no hope of rescue, I think accepting and loving ones' body is a genuine good thing. I would never endorse the idea that we should all be a size 8 and look like Miranda Kerr because genetics simply doesn't allow for that kind of boring, lack of body diversity.
But at the same time, why on earth should we go about romanticising obesity? Why should we tie bells and ribbons to a very genuine health epidemic? Should we dance and sing when we're told by a doctor that we're not looking after our body. I don't know, dears, it doesn't exactly seem like the best outcome.
The idea behind the movement is genius and wonderful and brilliant. Self love, something I'm a little scared of in fear of coming across as cocky. Also something that is important. As I see it, part of self love would be celebrating ones body. But the other half would be looking after it. Part of self love, is nourishment. Part of self love is saying to yourself, I care enough about myself to stop myself from being part of a growing health epidemic because I'm not looking after myself. Part of self love is pulling yourself out of a period where your living off cake and watching Sex and the City reruns. Because it might be fun for the first few days but by the 20th day it might be time for some greens.
So join me on the fence. I'll start my own party on this odd line between fatism and fat love. Here's a place where we celebrate the diversity of bodies and the important of health. I'm whole heartedly and completely here, even if it's prickly.
PS. if you do fine yourself with self esteem deep under the ocean. Gala's site is a wonderful place to start feeling good about yourself!