Pink Martini was playing in the car when I read "no fat girls." This bumper sticker plastered to the back of this old, worn nissan driven by a man who had been eyeing me as I tread through the parking lot certainly made me want a martini, but I sat behind this man for a solid two minutes at a stoplight of what seemed to last eons, feeling the repulsed state of hatred and anger within myself further manifest.
This is not the first time I have seen this or things such as this either. Unfortunately, it will probably not be the last either. I realize America is a free country, of free speech, and before I go running my mouth- I know just as I have the right to express my outrage, he has the right to express his opinions of sexualized, false manhood, and egocentrical boyhood vain, and shallow desires in the land of unattainable appearances in the complex of what I would furthermore simply describe as- "asshole."
Ok... backing up. I recant. I realize solutions are not to attack, but to be the change we wish to see in the world. So for attacking I apologize, but I will not erase that, or digress those words because I feel it important nevertheless to be honest in this pain.
I see things like this, and grow thankful for the community which I surround myself in, and the beautiful people in my life who realize beauty is not outer, but an inner quality that then radiates forth. I realize that fat is meant but to be a scientific term in describing a person whose health is at risk- and a derogatory term at that. I wish to remove slander from my life. We are all built in different ways, and created in such ways for different purposes.
I am sick of fighting my body, and watching strangers, or others I love and care about act in the same accord because we have grown accustomed to believe that this is how we should look. How we should act. We are so imposed upon by these chains of society, and its' pressures because when we are finally starting to believe enough- society feels it needs to crush us by its' false claims otherwise. I am sick of trying to validate the starvation, and barely there qualifications of nutrition trying to hang onto this false shell of a body that society has imposed upon me is the only way to be beautiful. Or the times when I push back, and I watch others push back, and try to recover and be skinny shamed. Or be told they are looking thick. NO.
I long, and ache for a world wherein we STOP TALKING ABOUT AND GLORIFYING OUR BODIES. I want to hear people give compliments on someone's intelligence. Their kindness. Their humor, or ability to empathize.
I know the man with the bumper sticker may have not meant anything, but I also know the way it made me feel. And just because my feelings are not his feelings or someone elses'- they are not wrong either.
This is not the first time I have seen this or things such as this either. Unfortunately, it will probably not be the last either. I realize America is a free country, of free speech, and before I go running my mouth- I know just as I have the right to express my outrage, he has the right to express his opinions of sexualized, false manhood, and egocentrical boyhood vain, and shallow desires in the land of unattainable appearances in the complex of what I would furthermore simply describe as- "asshole."
Ok... backing up. I recant. I realize solutions are not to attack, but to be the change we wish to see in the world. So for attacking I apologize, but I will not erase that, or digress those words because I feel it important nevertheless to be honest in this pain.
I see things like this, and grow thankful for the community which I surround myself in, and the beautiful people in my life who realize beauty is not outer, but an inner quality that then radiates forth. I realize that fat is meant but to be a scientific term in describing a person whose health is at risk- and a derogatory term at that. I wish to remove slander from my life. We are all built in different ways, and created in such ways for different purposes.
I am sick of fighting my body, and watching strangers, or others I love and care about act in the same accord because we have grown accustomed to believe that this is how we should look. How we should act. We are so imposed upon by these chains of society, and its' pressures because when we are finally starting to believe enough- society feels it needs to crush us by its' false claims otherwise. I am sick of trying to validate the starvation, and barely there qualifications of nutrition trying to hang onto this false shell of a body that society has imposed upon me is the only way to be beautiful. Or the times when I push back, and I watch others push back, and try to recover and be skinny shamed. Or be told they are looking thick. NO.
I long, and ache for a world wherein we STOP TALKING ABOUT AND GLORIFYING OUR BODIES. I want to hear people give compliments on someone's intelligence. Their kindness. Their humor, or ability to empathize.
I know the man with the bumper sticker may have not meant anything, but I also know the way it made me feel. And just because my feelings are not his feelings or someone elses'- they are not wrong either.
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