I need fat acceptance because I shouldn’t have to worry that if I go to a doctor about a knee injury caused by a car accident it will get turned around to being about my weight. My knee does not hurt because I am fat. My knee hurts because I got hit by a fucking car. (Conveniently glossing over the fact that being fat saved me from worse injuries)
I need fat acceptance because I shouldn’t hate myself just because other people don’t feel comfortable around me. I need fat acceptance because I’m tired of not being able to eat anywhere but my room because I’m so scared of being judged for eating- something necessary to sustain life. I need fat acceptance so we can just accept each other and stop assuming we know someone or judge them based on their looks. I need fat acceptance because my friend is starving herself because this society has made her think that a size seven pair of jeans means she isn’t worthy of love. I need fat acceptance because who the hell are you to think you’re superior just because you’re thinner.
I need fat acceptance because I’m sick of living in a world where everyone feels its ok to berate you, attack you, and shame you for the size of your hips….butt…. Body. It’s not safe to exist openly in a world like this.