Saw this in a post on my dash. I do not bring this energy to any damn function. I wanna tell you a story candy cadet style in which I did not do this under the cut. Cause I can.
Now, for context, I have this friend who invited us on this bougie mountain retreat. I am a big, emo bitch who had 'I work at Torrid' access to clothes and got very into loving myself and being part of the body positivity movement where I could as a retail employee- using my corporate knowledge for the good of the fat girl on a budget! Being an honest salesperson with the power of yes as a corporate motto in my back pocket! But also, I wanted to do my part by changing a life if I could at a time just by being empathetic and helping them learn there is no shame in living in their bodies and they should like themselves enough to pick clothes they feel comfortable and confident in. I would also shame anyone who got in the way of that body positive vibe I could out of my store by loudly making them feel foolish. (Even cheekily debating with my boss about pushing diet culture and ableist standards) We live in New York, even if it is upstate, loves! I can be loud and sassy, too! (And if you bully my customer I will have a comeback cause they are my temporary bestie. ) The whole friend group knows this about me going into me joining the trip, cause they are all size 12+ and KNOW ME.
The smallest one was so fatphobic. She was a bottom-heavy girl who had gorgeous skin, a cute cozy style, a flare for vintage cuts, and beautiful curls! She could never see any of that because all she could see was her hips and thighs were too wide, but I was like "Girl, your butt is *nice*, and your legs are toned-you walk all over downtown?! And that blue is gorgeous, and that plunging neckline and wrap top draw attention to your lil' waist!!!" I was always trying to get her to see what me, her bigger friends; and clearly her boyfriend- all saw! That she is more than the scale, and liking what she saw would change where she would be looking in the mirror.
She got on a glp1 right before the last trip, and she was sick and grumpy and sleeping half the day the whole trip. She started talking about how badly she needed to lose weight to a group of people who were talking about their actual health problems- including one who had an awful reaction to Ozempic and medical fatphobia issues (me) over brunch.
The next morning, we went out shopping at a few places, including to grab drinks and snacks for the airb&b. While I was on my way back in from a smoke break to meet up with them at the registers, she tells one of the other girls "I thought we were only getting drinks. Don't we have enough food in the house?"
The one who had grabbed some jerky from the bottom of the display looked bashful and put it back, muttering something about her being right.
I, the person who did the shopping for the actual meals, hopped in like "Nah, babe, I only grabbed ingredients for the chef with Colb! Grab that back for yourself. Isn't that where [other friend] went, too? To grab some from the back of the snack area cause she was looking for something specific?"
Dumbfounded, Fatphobe says "Oh, I thought it was for a drink..."
I go "Ooh, there she is! I see a bag of Cabot popcorn in her hands and some bottles." And giggled to deflect while the other friend grabbed her fucking jerky like she wanted. Adding, "Who wants to be an ingredients household when Colby brought a full tupperware of edibles and I made sangria last night?"
The one who was getting shamed out of grabbing snacks admitted to the trip organizer after the fact it happened. She was horrified and we admitted it was a pattern.
