An uncle told me my tattoos were in "clumsy" places because the skin would sag there when i get old. I told him: i plan on gaining weight every year so the skin doesnt wrinkle anywhere on my body.
And he didnt know what to say to that. Asshole family members need to keep their mouths shut!!
That's a good response! It's hard to stand up for oneself sometimes in these kinds of situations.
Long thoughts on fatphobia and body perception under the cut...
In my case, I know they didn't mean any harm, I know they love me and I feel kind of guilty venting about it online, but I needed to let it out in the moment because it was sad and I don't think I deserved it. We kind of talked it over it a little bit and they took it back, but I know this is an issue (their perception of my weight) that's been present my whole life and it's not gonna go away, at least now it isn't as bad as it was when I was a kid or a teen.
I was trying to make them understand that I was never thin and I never will be thin, because they witnessed first hand everything I was put through since before I was even 10 yo to lose weight, without absolutely no success. All the doctors, specialists, wellness gurus, diets, products, fasting, tools, etc etc I was put through until I reached an adult age in which I stood up for myself and was like "enough, this is me". They were there when I was hospitalized as a kid for pneumonia and, even if I barely ate anything, I wasn't putting down weight at all. My body and my health situation are like this and I will never be thin, the moment I accepted that, my life changed.
I can be more active, I can be more aware of whatever habits can be better for me (a lot of which I normally do and I pointed it out to them in the conversation). But this is how my body and metabolism are and I have enough from doctors who don't believe me when I tell them what I actually eat, because it's easier for them to act like I'm a liar than to realize their methods don't work for me, so having someone who sees it first hand to be like "do you want to inject yourself, then?" is a low blow.
I realized, through a lot of therapy, that a big part of the things I go through mental health wise have to do with my relationship with my body. Even though it might sound easy enough to realize, given the state in which the world has always treated fat folk, it wasn't as easy for me to see.
I realized that I'm scared of my body.
It's hard for me to be aware through my bodily perception or to listen to the warning signs of my body when I fear it and I feel, somewhere deep within, even if I've never hated myself for my fatness, that it's something to be guilty about. Every sign of discomfort is an alarm I feel I have to run away from and it comes with the pain of knowing doctors will think I deserve it for being fat, because it's what I've been told many times before.
There's fear and shame and guilt all mixed together in an OCD cocktail.
What I realized today though, was that the perfectionism and "not good enough"-ness that I feel also has a lot to do with my context's treatment of my body throughout my life. It's not the only factor, but it's a bigger factor than I ever understood. Because, through all of it, what my head learned is that, no matter what I achieve or what I do or who I become, I did it while "being fat", and that's "not good enough". I might be, for example, a University graduate, but I'm a fat University graduate, so there's always going to be that "stain", in the context that I grew up in.
The hardest part of this unlearning process is that, in fat activism, a lot of the work that is done to value yourself and to process your feelings about your body are rooted in two things I never cared about: attractiveness and aesthetic value. It's focused on being desired/ wanted or feeling pretty.
When disorders are discussed, or when body perception is discussed, a lot of it has to do with value and worth in the perception of beauty or attraction, and that has never affected me so, for the longest time, I thought I was ok with my body. If I didn't care about feeling desired (because I'm aroace) and if I didn't care about people's perception of my aesthetic sense (because I have full confidence in the things I like), then that meant I was ok with my body.
But that's not necessarily true.
There isn't enough conversation about the fear you can learn to have due to the constant health warnings and how they make you feel that, if you are sick in any way, you "brought it upon yourself" and "you deserve it" because you're fat and that is "your choice" and "not enough willpower".
They don't talk enough about how things that are unrelated to your body, like achieving something, can also be tainted by the fact that, when fat, you always are seen as "not good enough" by default, no matter what the achievement is and whether your body even has anything to do with it.
So, I've been learning all the ways in which my relationship with my body affects my mental health, when I thought, for the longest time, that it didn't. And still learning, every day, how to be kind and compassionate to my body, even when others aren't.
Learning that having confidence in my clothes or not caring about how people see me aesthetically doesn't mean I am confident in my body, when I have an anxiety episode every time an infection starts rearing its head and I am mortified and ashamed of losing control of my body instead of treating it with kindness, patience and compassion.
Because I know that if I had the guarantee that, whatever happened with me regarding health or life, I would be treated with compassion and not blamed for it, a lot of that pressure would be lifted from me. If I had full confidence that, whatever happened to me, I wouldn't be blamed for my pain and would be taken care of with kindness, a lot of my fears would be less severe.
I'm walking my own path one step at a time but I also have to accept that not everyone will understand it the way I do.












