Jill left a comment on my blog last week that I’ve been thinking a lot about since then. She’s a person who describes herself as “skinny” and who feels as much irritation from things like “Real Women Have Curves” as I feel about the whole pressure against the overweight.
She’s not wrong.
It does bother me that in trying to reclaim some ground of confidence for ourselves that Rubenesque women have turned around and disenfranchised anyone else not like them. It stunned me to realise that the Fat Acceptance* movement has become a carbon copy of the mainstream feminist movement.
I left mainstream feminism when I realised there was no place for anyone who thought anything different than the Main Ideology. If, like me, you don’t mind if some women choose to stay home with their children, choose to wear makeup, etc., Feminism as an organised movement wasn’t behind you. As much as the party line is about Pro-Choice it often seems to mean “Pro the Choices we have pre-approved.”
And now, it seems, those of us who work for Fat Acceptance* are adopting the same attitude. We are railroading over any woman who doesn’t “have curves”.
Truth be told, I think I’m too much of an individualist for any of these group models. I would personally prefer that we treat every person with kindness and respect, irregardless of their weight, gender, job choice or use of horrible grammatical lapses like the nonword “irregardless”.
(*I hate this term. I would prefer “Human” or “Self” acceptance because our whole thing is about seeing fat people as worthy human beings who are more than just “fat.” And then we turn around and call our movement “fat acceptance” like all we expect people to accept is the Fat. Dumb.)