Well, here I am about to embark on my web diary experience (also known as a blog = “weblog“) and I am not sure where to start, so I’ll kick things off with the traditional description:
I am 30 years old, short with blue eyes and died blonde hair. I am also fat. Before I have anyone faint away with my use of the f-word, I’d like to explain a few things. Firstly, I don’t see anything wrong with being fat, in fact, I am a size acceptance activist. Secondly, fat is simply a descriptive term (like tall or short), and one of the aims of the size acceptance movement is to reclaim the term from its perjorative usage in the community.
Size acceptance basically means that all people have a right to be treated with respect and dignity regardless of their size, weight or shape. That’s right, it means that it’s OK to be slim, and it means that it’s OK to be fat. This is a concept a lot of people have difficulty with. “Isn’t being overweight unhealthy?”, they ask, genuinely perplexed. “Aren’t fat people slovenly, lazy, smelly and about to cark it at any second? Aren’t they lonely and depressed, emotionally repressed victims of abuse who are using food to find love?”
Sorry, that’s a mythconception (bad pun, I know…couldn’t help myself). Over the next few weeks (in between personal rants), I will be backing up my beliefs with links, articles etc. which show that the health risks of being “overweight” are exagerated, why the term “overweight” is in itself meaningless, and how it is possible for people to be fat and fit. Stay tuned.