The Fat Police: Fat by Any Other Name is Still Fat

by CJFosdick on August 15, 2010

“A rose by any other name is still a rose” Shakespeare

There is a new “F” word. This “f” word has only three letters, not four. This “f” word does not shock anyone who hears it, nor is it relegated to the swearing and smut category like the four letter “f” word. This three letter “f” word, however, can become a weapon in the artillery of the self-appointed food police.

It has been determined that if you call someone who weighs more than they should fat, they will be motivated to lose more weight than if you call them obese. Believe me, it doesn’t matter if you call someone obese, fat, large, heavy, you name it, it still makes the recipient of these words feel like crap.

Of course they know they’re fat. Of course they want to lose weight. In all actuality, they have probably tried for years to lose weight, with varying degrees of success. Then, if they do lose weight, and are an average person, they have gained back more than they managed to lose with their diet in the first place. It’s called yo-yoing. In our society where the super thin model is the ideal prototype for the rest of us poor souls to immolate, the thinner the better. We have anorexic models strutting down the walkway like prima donnas, lording it over us more rotund females. They make us poor fat souls feel frumpy, definitely unattractive, and totally lacking in feminine charms.

I’d like to say a few words to the fat police. I have fought fat for sixty-seven years of my seventy-one year lifespan. Some fat people can lose weight easily, but they usually gain the weight back even easier. It has never been easy for me to lose weight. But i still can gain it back super-easy. I have lived most of my life dieting. I don’t remember not being on a diet. I don’t remember not wanting more than anything to be thin. I get discouraged, i weep, i look in the mirror, and i won’t tell you what goes on in my mind, but it isn’t complimentary. I hate the scales. The scales are my enemy.

I’m fat. I’m less fat than i have been by 135 pounds, but i still feel fat. I look at pictures of myself from my past and realize that i did have periods in my life where i really wasn’t fat. Never really thin, but not fat. However, i have never ever thought of myself in anyway other than being fat. Somewhere buried in my fat body there is lurking a thin me yearning to be set free. But this has never happened.

I dream about food at night. Not just food, but goodies like a great, big, goopy, chocolate Sunday with lots of whipped cream, syrup, nuts, and a cherry on top. And I’m ready to eat this delectable delicacy in my dream, all the while feeling guilty, knowing i shouldn’t be eating it. And yes, i usually wake up before i get to eat it. I can’t even enjoy a treat in my dreams. My thin husband says he never dreams about food. Now there has to be a moral in this story. In fact, it is a sad commentary on modern life for those of us who are constantly trying to diet.

Americans spend billions of dollars a year on diet food, diet plans, diet supplements, diet pills, and exercise equipment guaranteed to lose the fat. In desperation, we are willing to do anything, try anything to lose weight. I did the Atkin’s diet for several months, and it was one of the few diets that i lost weight on. Then i got pregnant with my third child, and i craved carbs so badly, i just couldn’t seem to stay away from them. My body forced me to eat the carbs i had denied my body from having for the protection of my unborn child. I had more problems carrying her than my other two, but fortunately she was born a healthy, normal child. Mother Nature knew better than i did what i needed to put in my pregnant body.

Take my lifelong battle with fat, and multiply it by millions of American women who struggle daily for years with weight problems. Believe me. We are not fat because we choose to be. We are not fat because we are not trying to lose.

Enter the food police, usually skinny-minnie shrill know-it-alls, and what do they come up with. “Let’s call them fat. That will shame them into losing weight. We know what is best for them. If they’d just try, they would lose weight. They have no will power. They are going to die young, get diabetes, have heart problems. Let’s scare them to death. Then they will lose weight. Look at me. I’m thin, so i know how to maintain weight for everyone else. Let’s use this new “f” word on them. Let’s call them fat. I’m sure I’ll run right home and lose twenty ugly pounds because the fat police called me fat.

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