Nov/071
On fatness and flame wars
I've always been, as my friend Laura would say, a chublet. Always. I never had a magical time of being thin. I am not one of those people who used to be skinny and then went on meds or started eating junk food or had something traumatic happen to them and then gained a bunch of weight. I have just always enjoyed eating and most of the people in my family are big. Even the skinny people in my family have big asses or big frames or turn 35 and find their metabolisms come to a grinding halt. I don't have a thyroid problem. I don't have an eating disorder (although, like most American women, I have had periods in my life where I have had disorderd eating). I am just fat. This is who I am.
So, I find it interesting when people decide to attack me on the Internet (and recently, this has happened to me, albeit "anonymously") and the biggest insult they can throw at me is that I am fat. Not - you are a a bad person and a bad writer and have a limited vocabulary and a drunk, instead - it is all: fat, fat, fat, fat. I literally have years and years of writing that I have vomited out onto the Internet with which you can craft a better attack and this is the best you can do? As if I thought I was anything but and as if this was the worst quality a person can have. What am I supposed to do with this insult? Delete all photographic evidence of me? Say yes, I am fat - I will begin a regimen of diet & exercise immediately, what do you recommend?
Fuck that. I will relish in these insults and appropriate them as my own. I have a gang, anyway. And there is no better defense than a solid sense of humor and Backup.