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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2 Responses

  1. <em I think that people really think fat people are just flaunting themselves.

    Fascinating observation. You can tell this is their own self cultivated (they’d say ‘self inflicted) sensitivity, or sensitization towards fat people. When they more often trade in the idea that we are deeply ashamed and self hating.

    The projection of their own loathing. They don’t have any opinions, just self absorption.

  2. Damn, I needed to read this! This past summer, I went with some friends to an “exclusive” condo in Florida. There were people in the gated community who were blatantly outraged that my fat ass ruined their otherwise pristine view. What really upset me was my friend’s reaction to a lady in a wheelchair. She was my size, and
    she was quite aware of the public reaction to her presence. My friend nodded toward her and whispered, “We don’t want that to be you!” i

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