At the beginning of the week, irritated as all hell about Fit Mom's mind-blowingly, emotionally tone-deaf comments, her "What's Your Excuse?" photo, and the national attention she has achieved by addressing (what I think) is the most superficial part of the complex issue of body acceptance: simply the shape and its physical state.
In response, I decided to tell my story here, which Freesamplethief was kind enough to share for me, because I thought it was important. You guise...you GUISE...I can't even. Your responses to me were so unbelievably touching and kind; I had no idea that anyone would even care. Your own stories of survival and strength are incredibly inspirational to me and I spent the entire night crying my heart out for you, and all of us who have felt so alone.
Then the next day, "Fit Mom" Maria Kang's article in TIME: "Fit Pride is Not Hate Speech." Click on the link, if you'd like to read. Mostly what I latched on to was her assertion that she felt that she wasn't being treated as a "real woman." Yeah, well, welcome to our fucking lives, lady. Then she proceeded to talk about how she's some kind of fucking fit messiah and how it's "oh so dangerous that we're normalizing obesity" by calling overweight people real. Seriously.
So I posted my story to her Facebook page. After 3 days, here's the response I got from her (after a few people, not just myself, called her out for not bothering to respond):
Here are my problems with this:
1. She never addressed the issue.
2. She completely ignored my entire story to talk about herself and how she pulled herself up by her plucky little bootstraps to overcome bulimia and love herself. YAY FOR HER!
3. I feel like her comment is so brief and mentions bulimia so casually that I think it completely trivializes and marginalizes people who suffer with ED.
4. Every time I read that "I am a symbol" I want to scream BECAUSE, NO, YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE A SELF PROMOTING PERSON WITH A TERRIBLE MESSAGE WHO TEARS PEOPLE DOWN THROUGH JUDGEMENT.
5. I'm Catholic, but every time I read that "God Bless You," I seriously want to stab her in the eye with the pointy cross on my rosary. I seriously think Jesus would understand.
Here was my response:
Seriously, though - have I taken this too far, now? Am I being way too oversensitive? I am just so, so enraged by the perpetuation of this attitude without anyone talking about how very real the psychological fallout is to people of all sizes that I continue to be (perhaps unreasonably) fired up about it.
I really want to find a more positive way to channel this energy, but I'm not sure how?