carrie white is not slim. she is not skinny. she is overweight, and there is NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. and i will never shut up about it.
genuinely, i can’t tell y’all how fucking done i am with this bullshit. i swear to god, it’s like once a god damn month i see a new carrie pop up and none of them are brave enough to write her how she is meant to be written. STOP ERASING ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PARTS OF HER CHARACTER. fat people experience so much fucking discrimination it’s unreal. pig’s blood for a pig. what do you think that means ? who really calls slim women pigs ?? and if that’s not enough for you, as it never is, here’s a few examples of carrie white’s appearance being described in the novel.
page 4: “Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and back and buttocks, her hair completely without color.”
page 10: “She backed away, howling in the new silence, fat forearms crossing her face, a tampon stuck in the middle of her pubic hair.”
page 12: “Miss Desjardin employed the standard tactic of hysterics: She slapped Carrie smartly across the face. She hardly would have admitted the pleasure the act gave her, and she certainly would have denied that she regarded Carrie as a fat, whiny bag of lard. A first year teacher, she still believed that she thought all children were good.”
page 34: “she was such a pretty girl. i’ve seen some high school pictures of her, and that horrible fuzzy black and white photo on the cover of newsweek. i look at them and all i can think is, dear god, where did she go? what did that woman do to her? then i feel sick and sorry. she was so pretty, with pink cheeks and bright brown eyes, and her hair the shade of blonde you know will darken and get mousy. sweet is the only word that fits. sweet and bright and innocent. her mother’s sickness hasn’t touched her very deeply, not then.”
page 47: “She undressed— first her blouse, then her hateful knee length skirt, her slip, her girdle, her petipants, her garter belt, her stockings.”
page 48: “She was thick through the waist only because sometimes she felt so miserable, empty, bored, that the only way to fill that gaping, whistling hole was to eat and eat and eat — but she was not that thick through the middle. Her body chemistry would not allow her to go beyond a certain point. And she thought her legs were actually pretty, almost as pretty as Sue Snell’s or Vicky Hanscoms’s.”
page 50: “She hated her face, her dull, stupid, bovine face, the vapid eyes, the red, shiny pimples, the nests of blackheads.”
and that’s only some. that’s only to page 50, not even halfway through the book. carrie white was a teenage girl with acne and extra weight and she was beautiful. the fact that you have to reduce her to conventionally attractive proves you do not get the core message of the book. you do not get it. you can be attractive and be fat. you can be attractive and have acne. you can be human.
people will push and push and push you until you absolutely break, especially if you are not up to their standards. this shit is beyond disrespectful. knock it the fuck off.
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