I shit you not, I spent a HUGE chunk of my day at work (I am a MASTER MULTITASKER) reading the posts, going back to about January of this year, if I recall correctly. I was just fascinated by the writing. Funny, informative, snarky, and with a purpose. Primarily, the blog covers all things related to Fat Acceptance/Body Acceptance, but also touches upon other important issues. Lots of things that, admittedly, I know nothing about, because I am painfully self-centered and ditzy.
But body issues? I can vibe with that. My LIFE is one ginormous body issue. I have been up and down (mostly up) the scale more times than I want to admit. I have popped more pills, dropped more money on diet plans, done more crazy workouts than anyone should. Since I was about 10 years old. And I have also dabbled in every eating-disordered behavior you can conjure up.
And these women are all about acceptance, rights and loving yourself as you are and not beating yourself because you do not look how “society” is saying you should. I am really doing the blog a disservice by trying to describe it after only have been reading it for one day. Just go READ IT. And revel in the positivity and humor of it all.
Honestly, if I can get myself personally into that place where I can accept myself as I am, and embrace my AWESOMENESS, that would be so awesome. I have “fat” (see, I still have issues SAYING that) friends who are sexy, talented, funny, smart and I think the world of them. But when I look at myself, I don’t see anything like that (though my friends, boyfriend and various random boys who show up at Gilly’s would beg to differ).
On a good day, I have some relatively positive thoughts about myself. But most of the time, I am poking and prodding at my stomach, slapping my thighs to watch in horror as they jiggle. I am reeling in guilt because I ate PAD THAI (with tofu) for lunch, instead of the 280 calorie Lean Cuisine micro-meal that I brought to work that day. I turn down most invitations to go out during the week, even from MY OWN BOYFRIEND because OMG THE CALORIES. I just did that earlier this week. Monday night, Eric got home from work a little early and asked if I wanted to go to this one bar for karaoke. And I even turned THAT down. Because oh the beer and the calories and the late night munchies and the horror. Not the fact that I could have schooled everyone at karaoke and gotten a thousand compliments on my voice, made some new friends… but NoooOOOoooOOOo. I fell victim to the almighty fat gram.
So if by reading more blogs like Shapely Prose, take a tip from my fabulous “fat” (sorry, quotes again), educating myself and working really hard at it, maybe I can get to that point where I look in the mirror, think “I’m a fucking DIVA. HELL YEAH.” and actually BELIEVE it.
NOTE: I just have to say that this post turned out nothing like I planned. I was definitely going to pimp out Shapely Prose, but I was going to do more of a compare contrast: Blogs That Make Me Happy vs. Blogs That Make Me Want To Stab People. I almost want to link the stabby-stab-stab blog, but maybe I’ll save that for its own post.
NOTE 2: Off to karaoke I go!