Fat Acceptance and I

As a matter of fact, I’ve been interested in Fat Acceptance for roughly six months now. Recent discussions have inspired me to think about the movement even more intensely than usual, leading to some great “light bulb” moments as well as moments of doubt. Once I ended up so confused that I had trouble speaking about the topic for two days, and in the midst of those I created this blog. Well, I’m glad that I did. The heated comment debates that I engaged in for a week or so were exhausting, but a whole lot of good came out of them, too.

When I first stumbled upon FA blogs, I was stunned by the endless accounts of unfair treatment that fat people had to suffer. I gasped. I actually cried a few times. I told my fiancé about it, who seemed to wonder what drugs I was on and yet shared my outrage. I had never done anything to become (or stay) thin, I was tired of being applauded for something I hadn’t done, and I knew from close observation of family and friends that those who gained weight at some point hadn’t suddenly turned into pigs at all.

From that standpoint, Fat Acceptance sounded like the Best Idea Ever to me. What I didn’t understand at the time was the scientific aspect: Hadn’t I read in a magazine that “excess” body fat was unhealthy? Apparently those people thought otherwise. Now, contrary to popular belief I did NOT have one look at Junkfood Science and was immediately converted to the Church of Fat or somesuch nonsense. In fact, it was not until a few days ago that I mananged to sort out my last remaining issue with a certain point that I’d previously had trouble understanding (I’ll make a separate post about that one later). Today I can finally say that it all makes sense in my head and you won’t find a single contradiction in my arguments, but it took me a long time to get there.

As a general rule, I try not to believe anything. If there is proof for something, or if a theory sounds logical, I’ll accept that as a temporary “truth” until you can give me a valid reason to reconsider. Nobody has provided me with such a valid reason yet, so I’ll continue supporting Health At Every Size and writing about Fat Acceptance on this blog.



I’m not entirely certain where I’m going with this blog, but I can tell you that I spend a lot of time thinking about health for several reasons. It seems that I’ve been suffering from fibromyalgia or something like it for approximately 8 or 9 years, which I never noticed because I’d already had a little psychosomatic problem (headaches) for a while before the other symptoms started, and unfortunately I assumed that they were all part of the same thing. The headaches stopped eventually, but the rest only got worse.

I have been called a lazy, attention-seeking hypochondriac and an irresponsible liar, I was advised to just go to bed earlier and to exercise more, to get out more, to make more friends, to eat healthier, to drink more water, to think more positive thoughts and to stop thinking so much … among other things. To each suggestion that wasn’t completely ridiculous, I reacted with hope. Contrary to popular belief I am actually an optimist, so I tried everything enthusiastically. If I failed to keep up my new lifestyle, I would eventually have another go at it. And another. And another. If I kept it up and nothing changed, I figured that I must be cheating myself somehow or that I wasn’t doing enough yet.

I was not until two years ago that I began to consider the possibility that I might just be ill. However, I still wasn’t experiencing all the major symptoms of my disease – those appeared after my son’s birth in January 2008. So far I haven’t found a doctor who could diagnose me properly, but I’m working on it.

Another reason why I spend a lot of time thinking about health is that I stumbled into the Fat Acceptance movement by accident earlier this year. I am not fat myself, but I used to worry about what I eat a lot and I’m engaged to a very cuddly man. 😉

Well, that’s my story.

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