Marie Claire ran an article entitled, Should Fatties Get A Room? (Even on TV?), in response to the shocking appearance of overweight people on television.
You know, where everyone can see them exist.
I don’t often fire off letters to editors of major publications, but this one hit a little close to home, and I would be remiss not to stand up for myself, and every other woman out there who loves eggrolls, soda, and stealing their kid’s Halloween candy.
Here is my letter:
Joanna Coles, Editor in Chief
Kate Schweitzer, Senior Web Editor
I’m always thankful when national publications take the time to chastise entire populations of people. Because, really, how else would we learn, right?
Here I was, in my size 16 jeans, starting to eek out a drop of self respect and confidence in myself, when clearly, I should have been standing in front of a full length mirror, drawing circles around my fat parts with a black marker.
I should just be thankful I found a husband willing to procreate with me, right?
Except, here’s the thing. I like food.
I think it tastes good.
Apples, bananas, grilled romaine, and Chinese takeout.
And, as it turns out, the majority of women…agree with me.
Some people find happiness in exercise. Some find religious strength in fasting. I eat my feelings on my couch with a glass of wine and my comfortable sweatpants.
Does it mean that I don’t want to cry when my jeans are tight or I see a horrible picture of myself? No.
But, I know my life still has value. That I can’t let my worth be defined by an unhappy woman half my size.
As a professional blogger, people come to my site to read about my life. The good parts. The bad parts. The fat parts.
Do you know which posts garner the most emails, comments, phone calls, and tweets? The most yes’, and thank yous, and oh my God’s, and amens?
The posts that reflect my struggle with my weight and with my self.
That’s what women want.
They want to hear someone say all the things they are afraid to say out loud.
They want to relate. To feel like they aren’t alone. That they are allowed to both love and hate parts of their body, but still have worth.
Big Fat Rant
Right About Now
A Little Help From My Friends
Denim is a Natural Fiber, If by Natural, You Mean, Made of Assholes
Let’s all make a list of things I can’t fit into right now, while I cry and get drunk. It’ll be super fun.
I could go on.
My point is, there is a huge population of women sick of being bullied by other women in skinny jeans and fancy nationally publicized platforms.
I am one of those women.
And there are 210,000 women who read me every month who agree with me.
The Should Fatties Get A Room article will probably get you a lot of press, which was, I’d imagine, your goal. But in the end, it’s just one more facet of your magazine that I can’t relate to.
If you ever decide you want to stop perpetuating the self-hate and bullying, you should email me. Us big girls don’t just come with big appetites, we have big readerships, too.
P.S. I would apologize to Maura Kelly, for leaving her in utter disgust should she ever find me walking across her line of vision, or making out with my husband, but then I realized, she should thank me. She’ll be that much skinnier due to not being able to keep her food down.