I’ll be honest. I really struggled with buying that the statement “fat is unwanted” is a myth.
I mean, fat is clearly unwanted, right? Few people really, truly want it, and in my mind as I was thinking this week about the wanted-ness of fat, I was startled to find that when I tried to think about people who might actually really want fat it was really difficult.
Yep. This is one I really had to unpack and take a look at, if only so I could understand my own reaction to the idea.
Do I want my own fat? I am getting more comfortable in my own skin. I’m getting more comfortable with having a body that doesn’t conform to the beauty myth. And it doesn’t make sense to wonder what I’d do if given the choice to be thin, because I won’t ever be given that choice any more than I’ll ever have the choice to be short or have blue eyes.
I’ve been “into” fat acceptance for three and a half years, and this is the first time I’ve read something in the blogosphere that has made me seriously consider whether, somewhere in this lifelong process, my fat might be not just accepted, but wanted. Shaunta doesn’t claim to have it figured out, either, which is one of the great things about the fat acceptance community. We’re all at different points, but it’s a journey regardless of where we are.