The latest in a long line…

Of studies, trying to show how stupid fat people are.   This one is from Australia where they are saying, get this, that fat people don’t know that if they eat foods that are bad choices they gain weight, and if they are given counseling, they stop being fat!

I know, radical idea there.  Amirite?  I mean, we’ve only seen this, or something like this about eleventy bazillion times.  In the past year.  In the USA alone.

Besides trying to say that fat people are stupid — come on, we don’t know that eating ice cream for breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, tea, first dinner, second dinner, and before bed snack is just going to “pack on the pounds”? — they also say that fat people “find it difficult to solve problems and achieve goals.”

Pretty broad brush they are painting every. fat. person. in. the. world with there, don’t ya think?

Do some fat people have Executive Function Disorder (EFD, a disorder that is related to ADD/ADHD)?  Probably.  Do ALL fat people have EFD?  Most assuredly not.  Do some fat people have difficulties solving problems and achieving goals?  Yes.  Heck, I’d even say all people EVERYWHERE (not just fat people) will, at times, have difficulties solving problems or achieving goals.    Even so, that does not mean all fat people have this disorder, and just don’t know that eating the wrong food choices will result in weight gain.

I mean, it’s not like there is so much more to weight and size besides the calories in makes one fat model, is there?

Oh, and here’s where this gets really ridiculous.  It has been shown that people with EFD respond favorably to a certain type of counseling.  Lesley Campbell, an “obesity expert” and conjoint professor at UNSW started a trial with fat people doing this certain type of counseling, to see if they lose weight.

The trial is only 10 people.  And it’s only for a month.

I’m sure, if and when those ten people lose “4 pounds on average” during that month, the headlines will scream, “Study Proves Counseling is the Answer to Obesity” with the opening paragraph reading something along the lines of, “It seems like it’s not the typical Fatty McFatterson’s fault for being so fat after all.  It’s a disorder in their brain, and with enough counseling, they can overcome their disability…”  Of course, the final paragraph will have to include, “Just because it’s not necessarily Fatty McFatterson’s fault how his brain reacts to things, that doesn’t mean we should all go out and eat candy and chips at every meal.  Just remember, the way to avoid falling into the trap that McFatterson has fallen into is to eat bad foods in moderation, if at all!”

Standing out from the crowd

For many, many years, I’ve wanted to dye my hair a “not seen in nature” color.  I always put it off, due to being too scared.

What if people would see me?  What if they gave me unwanted attention?  What if they didn’t like what it looked like.  What if they threw insults at me because I dared to do something that brought me to their notice?

I kept waffling, but really wanted to do it.  The older I became, the more I wanted to do it.  The more I got into size acceptance, ironically enough, the more I had the courage.  As I started to accept myself more, I started to realize that it didn’t matter what anybody else thought about my hair color.

The tipping point came when a friend and I decided to do a dance.  A local group, Finding Our Voices, holds an art exhibition every year during April, which is Sexual Abuset Awareness month in some areas.   I’ve written about it previously.  This year, I was invited back to read the essay I’d read 2 years ago, and decided to do a couple of other things as well.

One of the others was the dance.  Let me preface this by saying, “I am not a dancer.”    I was talking to my friend (who is a dancer) about this new (at that time) song Fuckin’ Perfect, by Pink.  She encouraged me to dance with her for the exhibition.  It took her a little bit of time (a few days, hey, she’s pretty persuasive when she wants to be), but I finally gave in.*  The lyrics of the song include “I stopped looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere.   They don’t like my jeans.  They don’t get my hair!”  I decided it was the perfect opportunity to dye my hair.

After all, if anybody said anything negative, I could just say I’d done it for the dance.

I loved the hair.  Some people didn’t.  After I’d had the purple in my hair for a few weeks, I decided I would keep the hair this color.

This is me with the best view of my hair.

Recently, at work, I’ve been getting lots of notice about my hair.  Now, I work at a craft store, so I am allowed to keep my hair this color, and not have to worry about having a “professional appearance” like some people do.

Even so.  In the last week I’ve received at least 10 compliments on my hair.  The comments usually start out with, “Is your hair … purple?”   When I say it is, they say something to the order of, “That’s awesome!”

I know I am still taking a risk of people saying things negative to me.  I take the risk of them telling me to stop being so “out there”, to stop living.  To stay inside and hide and for gods sake, what is WRONG with that hair!  But I’m finding that I no longer care.  If other people don’t like my hair, my size, what I’m daring to eat when I’m not in my home, what I’m daring to do when I’m not in my home, well, as the saying goes, it sucks to be them.

I guess I owe some thanks to that surgeon who, so many years ago, was going to punish me for being fat by not doing what was necessary for my knee.  He was the catalyst, after all, for me to find the fatosphere and start on the path to learn self-acceptance.  Because really, isn’t that what this is all about?

*Even though I’ve done this one dance, I’m still not a dancer.  Although, she is trying to get me to be more of a dancer than I was.