Audacity of Huge

Audacity of Huge is a song by Simian Mobile Disco.  I came across it websurfing one day.  The song lists all these things the singer has (swimming pool filled with kool-aid, the “rumble robots that clean the floor”, “gold-tone studded alligator leather”, and a lot of other things).  He’s singing of all the things he has, and then wonders “why don’t I got you?”

Every single time I listen to this song, it makes me think about living the “fat life”.  How fat people are reviled and called names and despised.  One of the definitions of audacity is effrontery or insolence; shameless boldness (bolding mine).  I think that people really think fat people are just flaunting themselves.  After all, we all know that fat people are just lazy and gluttonous.

There are a lot of people who’s minds are made up, so don’t confuse them with facts.  In their world, fat people are just lazy.  They don’t want to get “better”.  They want to use up all the resources in the world and make it so there aren’t any resources left for them!  And when you ask for studies or anything scientific to back it up, all they say in response is “well, LOOK at them.”

So, yes, LOOK at me.  I’m rockin’ my fat self, doing things that a lot of thin or normal sized people don’t.  I regularly go tent camping in the summer, I mountain hike, go for long walks in Garden of the Gods when the weather is good, have been taking tai chi and kenpo for over a year now, and have entered a martial arts competition (and won 4th place for my division — Senior Women’s Sparing).  And I’m not as active as some other fat people are.   I used to read a blog about a fat woman who was a triathlete, training daily for competitions she entered weekly in the summer.  Unfortunately, that blog has been taken down.

There are other fat people who do lots of other things.  Professional ballroom dancing.  Weight lifting.  All sorts of things.

But you know, fat people are lazy and never get off the couch.

While I never put it into these words before, I realize that I decided to have the audacity of huge a while ago.  If I can’t join them then I might as well go about my life with shameless boldness.  After all, what do I have to be ashamed of?  Being a size 24?  Weighing somewhere around 240 pounds?  Having an active life where I do what I want, when I want to?  Being alive and enjoying my life?

Yeah, I don’t think so.  I’m going to be audacious, shameless, bold!  I’m going to rock this life for all it’s worth.

And all the haters who think they can make me go away by telling me to “eat a gun” or who compare me with Hitler (you know, cuz being fat is TOTALLY like being a megalomaniac with world domination ideas and the desire to annihilate an entire race) — Y’all just make me laugh.  No, really, bullies just make me laugh at them because 1) that’s how you respond to bullies, and 2) because you have absolutely no control over my life.  I’m not going to hide away because you want me to stop being fat at you.  I’m not going to go cry in my room because you are insulting.  I’ve already learned “it gets better”.   It’s gotten better because I stopped listening to jerks like you.

So I’m going to keep on keeping on being audacious, and bold, and active, and FAT!  If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.  Nobody suggested you look at me anyways.

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Oh. My. Gods.

Okay, I know, I should never ever ever EVER engage on “Very Demotivational”.  I know the fat wank in there is strong, yet I still try.  And I have to say that since I’ve started engaging, there’s less fat wank.  It still happens, but there’s more and more people calling bullshit to the fat wank, and less and less people thinking it’s okay to be internet bullies.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen at all.  Just there’s less.

Two days ago, a picture was put up.  A fat woman, at most likely a fair, standing outside a food vendor truck that’s advertising deep fried butter.  One of her hands is in the window (maybe paying, maybe getting something, can’t tell from the picture), one hand not and there’s nothing in it.  Oh the fat wank about how everybody knows how she gained weight.

(The picture is here.  Don’t read the comments if you like low blood pressure.)

At one point, I asked who’s business was it if she was, in fact, eating a donut (cuz, deep fried butter = donut, really).   At another, I put up “I am your mother” and stated that should be required reading for everybody who was hurdurring on fat people.

To that, here is one line of responses:

john_knee

There is no excuse to be that overweight and buying something like that.

Really?  REALLY?  Being fat is being like Hitler now?

Being fat (for whatever reason) is just like killing millions of people in the most dispicable manners possible — torture, slavery, starvation.

REALLY?

 

Further down is the comment:

Rahowa

Ain’t no love for a fat chick . NO FAT CHICKS ALLOWED!!!!!
If you want to eat something , try a gun

So, it’s okay to tell people to commit suicide because they are fat.  Wait, what was this about “we only say these things because we are concerned about your health”?  I guess if somebody gives in to the hatred and bullying and does as is suggested here, they won’t have to worry about their health any longer.

This truly has reached epic proportions of stupidity and hate.

Required Reading

This should be required reading for everybody in the world.  Simple, yet powerful.

From Axis of Fat:  I Am your Mother

If you haven’t read it yet, please go and read it.