Hoe dikwels moet iemand hoor sy is vet?

Fat is a humanist issue

Want to know what it’s like to be fat? It means facing a constant barrage of humiliation from people who feel entitled to comment

-Marianne Kirby

In the thread following Neville Rigby’s article about BMI, a particular comment caught my eye. A reader asked:

What I would really like to see is a response from an obese person’s point of view, I am very polite as well and would not presume to comment on a person’s weight but I remember reading sometime ago a report that said many obese people do not see themselves as fat, whereas those of us who put on a few pounds do recognise the fact, don’t know whether that is true or not?

Well, I am a genuine fat person. I’ve been fat since I was seven years old. And amazingly, I know I’m fat. I’ve never not known it. How did I acquire this knowledge? I knew because I was told. Constantly. Incessantly. Inescapably. From every source. From every direction. No reprieve.

I knew I was fat, as a child, because my mother put me on a diet when I came home from summer vacation. I knew I was fat because when school started that year, some boys in my class teased me and called me names and threw things at me on the playground.

When I was a kid, I knew I was fat because I did not look like any of the kids in the JC Penny catalogue. I did not wear any of the clothes that I thought were cute because they did not make cute clothes for fat kids. Retail told me I was fat.

The doctor, when I got sick with allergies, let me know I was fat by telling me to lose some weight. Apparently, losing 20 pounds would have made me magically less allergic to pollen.

Once I started high school, I knew I was still fat because that pesky clothes issue cropped up again – as it did tonight when I went to buy myself a pair of festive velvet pants for the holiday season. I knew I was fat because I had a gym coach who was into humiliating the fat kids. And then there were some jerks from the football team who acted just like those kids back when I was seven years old.

Magazines told me I was fat – and that my boobs were too big, not perky enough, too small and shaped wrong. Television told me I was fat – and smelly and not wearing the right clothes. The clothes I could not buy because I was too fat.

The internet tells me I’m fat all the time. Every time I post a photo in a public forum, there is the inevitable refrain of “lose some weight, fatty.” Sometimes, there is also “die in a car crash, fatty” and “you should hang yourself if you can find a strong enough rope, fatty.” Those are always fun to wake up to in the morning.

I know I’m fat because I can’t just join a gym or go the mall or visit a new doctor without it being an enormous – pun fully intended – part of my identity. It is part of my presence. It is part of who I am – that loud, fat girl with the curly hair and the weird sense of humour.

You want to know the funny thing here, though? I’m not a special snowflake. My experience is not unique. I am not the only fat person in the world who is repeatedly – every time I leave the house, and even if I don’t – reminded that I am fat and the world thinks that is a problem.

Fat people – even people who are only marginally fat, if that – know they are fat because the world is full of people who are ready to leap out without any provocation to remind them of it.

We’re fat. We know it. You really don’t need to tell us

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6 responses to this post.

  1. Ek volg nogal Ruby se verhaal – dink dis op die LifeStyle Channel? Sy is so pragtige mens. Sprankelende persoonlikheid, mooi gesig, slim, en heeltemal daarvan bewus dat sy vet is. Ek kan net nie haar onvermoe om gewig te verloor, verstaan nie. (Alhoewel sy nou flink besig is om te verslank) Wat laat mens aanhou en aanhou eet totdat jy so vet is, dat jy nie meer kan werk nie? Aanhou eet, al is jou gewig die een ding wat jou sielsongelukkig maak? Ek wonder regtig daaroor.

    (As jy Ruby nie ken nie, ons praat nie van net mollig nie. Ruby was regtig – eintlik nog steeds – VET.)

    Antwoord

    • Ek het nog nie dit gesien nie, maar die hoofrede vir vet is geneties. So daar was nog altyd, en sal altyd vet mense tussen ons wees, al was daar nie dinge soos dieetsiektes en vetterige fast food nie.

      Antwoord

  2. Na aanleiding van die artikel oor BMI: Interessant hoe “merkers” – wat op sigself absoluut niks meer beteken as ‘n nommer nie. die alfa en omega word waarvolgens ouens wat finansieel daaruit voordeel kan trek die kitaar slaan.

    Maar een voorneeld is BMI. Nog voorbeelde waaraan ek vinnig kan dink is cholesterol, bloeddruk, ‘n baba se gewig by geboorte, groeikaarte vir kinders ens. ‘n Lesing in enige van bg wat afwyk van ‘n voorafbepaalde reeks, laat alarmklokke afgaan wat jy sou sweer ‘n doodsaankondiging is, En tog is daar heelwat individue wat heeltemaal normaal en trouens blakend gesond is met buitengewoon hoe of lae lesings. Ja, dit KAN ‘n aanduiding van ‘n probleem wees, maar dit is nie altyd nie. Wanneer gaan mense leer om a) verantwoordelikheid vir hulle eie gesondheid te neem en nie hulle ore uit te leen aan mense wat ‘n noue verband met die mense het wat ryk word uit die verkoop van pilletjies nie en b) leer om vir hulleself te dink?

    Antwoord

    • Nelba, so lekker dat jy nie opgehou blog het nie!
      Ek stem hartlik saam oor die self dink, want daar is baie skelms daar buite. BMI veral.
      Ek is net nie so seker oor of bloeddruk (veral), en cholestrol by die lysie pas nie.

      Antwoord

  3. Ek het op ‘n tyd ‘n pragtige lyfie gehad want ek was 5 dae ‘n week in die gimnasium en het saam ‘n biokinetikus geoefen… Ek het die body for life thingy gedoen.

    Ek het met tye nogal fyngevoelig geraak as ek die maerder meisies so beloer… ek wou eintlik net hulle oe uitkrap… maar meneer het my gekeer en het aan my verduidelik… alhoewel hulle maer voorkom is hulle vet persentasie hoer as myne.

    Hy het ook ‘n toets gedoen en het my gewys dat my geraamte (beendere) 24kg van my gewig uitmaak want ek het ‘n groot beenstruktuur. Van daai dag af het ek net nie weer op ‘n skaal geklim nie. Kilograme werk nie vir my nie.

    Net daar het ek gegaan vir terapie en ek is van my bulemie genees (nou al 6 freaken jaar skoon). Mense skat ALTYD my gewig 10 kg minder as wat ek regtig weeg.

    Ek is nou tans weer ietwat groterig… en nee nou nie super ekstaties oor myself nie en wil weer gewig verloor, maar die keer weet ek dis ‘n verandering in my lewenstyl… EN… ek sal nooit superfyn en klein wees nie want soos die sondes van die vaders dit wil he… het ek groot gene…

    Ek wens net iemand het dit vroeer in my lewe verduidelik…klein en fyn equals nie maer en gesond nie!

    Antwoord

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