I was reading someone’s blog this morning when I came across a picture of a morbidly obese person. I was immediately revulsed. Maybe it’s natural, maybe it’s a form of bigotry. It got me thinking about obesity, and Googling it. My first search parameter was “straw man fat people,” and I found some interesting posts about Healthy at Every Size (HAES) and “fat acceptance.”
Here’s the real problem: we have changed. 50 or 100 years ago, there was a small fraction of the population who were burdened with obesity. Now, there is a small fraction of of the population who are a healthy weight. In first grade classrooms. To begin to accept this as normal is dangerous. It represents acceptance of long-term disease, which in turn represents acceptance of a society and a nation that suffers from long-term disease.
I’ll be unkind, and risk being labeled a bigot or bully with this statement, but: just because people are fat and want to feel good about it doesn’t mean they should. “I want to eat and sit and eat and sit. I want you to accept that I am fat.” I want. I want. I want.
Asking me to accept a nation of fat people is like asking me to accept a nation of alcoholics or drug addicts. Yes, I am comparing obesity to addiction, and I’m not wrong. Fat people suckle and waddle like infants, and it profoundly injures us all.
Maybe this is the Nietzsche in me, witnessing our human potential rolling around in scooters at Wal Mart.
Most significantly, I don’t understand people who accept this about themselves. They choose weakness. They choose indulgence. They choose sickness. They hang their choices on excuses rolled out as reasons. And then they demand respect.
Yes, as I write this, I am looking in the mirror. I like what I see, and I am not a hypocrite.
If your only response to this is to stop visiting this site or lay into me in the comment section, maybe you need to look in a mirror.