Look, @anxangelxcried . I’m gonna guess you’re a kid based on your profile and the very deep and edgy poetry in your bio, so I’m gonna be nice here and assume that you’re speaking this way because you don’t know any better. It seems like you’re repeating a narrative that you’ve heard your whole life, rather than doing your own research and looking at the studies and statistics that actually teach us a lot about the science of weight.
There’s actually a whole lot of factors that determine weight, and it’s almost entirely genetic. It’s exactly the same principle as height. Do all people have the same height? The same skin? The same muscle mass? The same brain? No. We’re all playing a genetic lottery, here. Some people roll those dice and end up thin, or short, or blue eyed, or fat, or tall.
It’s random. Look, my family is fat. We’re all fat in the same way, in the same places. We look related when you line us up, because we are! It’s like copy-paste on the body type. My aunt is a laborer. Fat. My mom has a home gym that she uses daily and she’s been dieting for years. Fat. My other aunt goes to the gym and wouldn’t know a carb if it bit her, and guess what. Fat. Meanwhile, my old roommate would wake up and have a big party size bag of doritos for breakfast every morning. She’d follow that with a can of raviolis. At night, taco bell and ice cream. She worked in a call center, her job was stationary, so she wasn’t working it all off. And guess what? Thin. Just like her mother. Just like her father, who was skinny as a rail. I had another roommate a few years later, and she ate nothing but frozen dinners, prepackaged food, and fast food. Her favorite meal, to give you context, was two boxes of kraft mac and cheese, one can of nalley brand chili, and a pack of cut up hot dogs, all mixed together. And yes, she’d eat that whole thing, in one sitting. Meanwhile, I was cooking all my food at home (I had discovered some food sensitivities and fast/preserved food makes me very sick). Every night I’d eat just. Normal food. Meat, veggies, sides. Average food. Still fat! And my roommate was still thin. How on earth can someone eat like that and still be thin! But it happened right in front of my eyes, just like the roommate before her. She didn’t exercise at all, just played games. She didn’t have a job. Nothing. She wasn’t burning off those calories. But she stayed thin.
The point is, the narrative that gets pushed on us, on me, on you, on everyone, is that thin is the default. That the average person is very thin. Not only that, but the average person is also straight, cis, male, able bodied, young, and white. But that’s not what the majority of people look like. It’s just what society values most, so it’s what we see when we flip on the tv.
Being fat is totally normal, just like being tall is normal. There’s so much variation in every other area of humanity. Height, eye color, hair color, etc. Having your mother’s eyes is a common thing. Having your father’s hair, normal. But having your father’s big belly, your mother’s double chin, that’s somehow a sign of laziness and failure? That doesn’t make a lick of sense. Being fat is not bad. It is not a sign of some moral failing.
And you know what, everyone reading this, all my fat homies? It’s okay to like being fat. It’s okay to love your fat body. It’s okay to not want to change it, because there’s nothing wrong with it. Fat people are beautiful. It’s society that needs to correct itself.
