The One Where I’m Being Lazy

I’m going to take the cheat’s way out and just link to something I liked:

Why Self-Acceptance Is Key

This is a bit topical for me right now. Am going through a phase of struggling with  my loss and my appearance getting me down a bit. It’s weird how one day to the next my view of myself in the mirror can so drastically change.

Those little voices

Haven’t posted much in the last couple of weeks because I’ve been going through a very annoying on/off period in my motivation. Haven’t really felt like being insightful on the topic lol.

Was inspired today however by an article I read in the new issue of UK Glamour, which talks about where we get our body insecurities from. A lot of the dialogue around this topic is about the media and how celebrities etc affect our body image, but interestingly this article asked whether we actually get more of it from those close to us. Watching a family member struggle with a diet, being in school and taking all the banter (some jocular and some more malevolent) about each other’s features to heart. That kind of thing.

 

So where do those voices niggling at us and telling us our boobs aren’t perky enough or that we’ve got bingo wings really come from?

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Perception is Reality

So today I’ve been wandering around feeling pretty good about the way I look and my outfit. That’s kind of funny to me. Not because it’s rare, but because yesterday I felt the exact opposite.

Isn’t it weird how your feelings about your appearance often seem to have so little relation to how you actually look?

 

I’m in an almost identical outfit to yesterday’s, although this one is block colour instead of a pattern. I did wear a minimal amount of make up today (just some BB cream, blusher and mascara) whereas yesterday I wore none. Those are the only differences between yesterday and today yet my feelings about how I look are polar opposite.  I go make up free all the time without issue, so I doubt that’s what caused the big perception shift.

Don’t mind telling you that yesterday whenever I looked down at my stomach I got annoyed and the words “I look pregnant” flittered through my head lol. I think we all have days like that, days when for some reason we just don’t feel good about ourselves. What strikes me as so odd though is how little in common those days seem to have. I have had good body image days and bad body image days in the same outfit. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t see too many of my facial flaws but on others I think I look like a troll (not the internet kind, the sleeps under a bridge kind). I can’t see any common denominators like days when I’m depressed or anything like that. It’s kind of strange.

 

But as a break from bemoaning some of the nasty shit that gets said about weight gain (because it’s very depressing to talk about nothing but the negative lol) I thought I’d just do a post of some things that give me a little lift and make me feel ready to face the world.

Disclaimer: nobody is sponsoring or paying me for any advertising etc. The products I mention are just my personal faves and things I actually use. I bloody well wish they were paying me but sadly not!

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Alternatives to the F Word: the Language of Being Fat

Having made my aversion to the F word clear, it kind of begs the question – if not “fat” then what?

A lot of the adjectives people tend to use in place of “fat” get mocked. It’s said that they’re a form of denial and of avoiding the issue. However, when as previously discussed the word “fat” is so heavily loaded is it really any wonder that people look for alternatives? There are plenty of derogatory synonyms like chunky, blubbery, chubby and so on which are far too socially acceptable to use, yet sometimes it can be a struggle to find terms with more positive or even simply neutral connotations.

So what can we call ourselves if we don’t feel like accepting all that negativity? How does language play into things?

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My Big Fat History

So…

I suppose when you start writing a new blog you really have to go through that whole rigamarole of introducing yourself and blah blah. I also suppose that given the nature of this blog, I really ought to bite the bullet and tell you the honest story of how I came to be the F word. Given that this is not a story I tell many people this is quite a big ask for only the second post in, but best get it out of the way. lol

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An introduction

Hello and welcome to Fat is the Real F Word!

You’ve probably already guessed from the title that I am not particularly fond of the word “fat.” It’s a horrible word. It shouldn’t be – it’s just a noun, the name for a type of body tissue. It’s the way our bodies store fuel. Heck, we actually need a certain amount of it in our diets to keep everything running smoothly and tickedy-boo. All in all “fat” should really not be an offensive word.

And yet it is, isn’t it? As JK Rowling once astutely pointed out, what’s often the first and most cutting insult people call to mind? Jibes about somebody’s weight. (I couldn’t find a working link to the original post on her site, but you can see it quoted here.) In our society the word is not simply a name for a type of tissue or a body shape. It’s an accusation and a judgment. It’s an insult. It’s a moral failing and an indicator of deep personality flaws. It’s synonymous with being lazy and lacking willpower. Of course it’s not just other people who wield this word against us, it’s ourselves. We live in fear of becoming it, we punish ourselves with it, and even perfectly healthy people live in fear that they are it.

That’s kinda nuts, right? Of all the terrible things to accuse somebody of, all the nasty things people can do and be… carrying some extra pounds is one of if not the worst?

Don’t get me wrong – I do not think being overweight is a good thing and this blog is certainly not going to advocate overconsumption. There are a lot of health risks associated with being both over or underweight and my philosophy is very much “stay healthy, whatever shape it works out as.” Even so I have a very big problem with the way that society treats the issue of fat and the scorn which it piles on those who are overweight. I have a very big problem with the way society treats pretty much every shape and size and the ridiculous pressure we all face to live up to the ideal, but I can’t speak to those other shapes and sizes because I am not those. What I am is that dread thing – fat.

So this blog is going to be my little attempt to make sense of all of it. I’ve been on a long and difficult journey to try and get my weight under control for many years now, and there are a heck of a lot of things to try and deal with in order to be successful. Sometimes I’ll be talking about my own issues and how it all makes me feel, sometimes I’ll talk more generally about the image of weight in the media etc, confusing nutritional information and diet plans, or sometimes I might post links to interesting studies etc.

Overeating is not the only or even near being the worst maladaptive coping mechanism people have managed to come up with in human history. Yet because unlike so many others it’s obvious to the naked eye people take one look and think they know it all. Well, screw that. I’m tired of the world telling me who I am and what my issues are based on what they assume from looking at me. I’m more than capable of listing my many foibles myself and much more accurately to boot!

Happy reading, and I hope if nothing else this blog makes a few people feel a little less alone in all these feelings.

Much love, Curvy Girl

Coming soon… My Big Fat History, and Alternatives to the F Word: the Language of Being Fat