Hello their, nice to sort of meet you. I say sort of because I’m not the one meeting you. You’re the one coming into my life and entering my world. Which is fine and dandy by me, just excuse the mess and I just hope you brought this fat girl some cake.
My name is Sarah and I am a twenty-four year old, five-six, two hundred seventy two-pound fatso.
That’s right, fatso! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not using the word fat as an insult. To me fat is like the equivalent of saying homosexual is to gay. It just is what it is, just more politically correct. Or in my case, obese is to fat. Coincidentally, shortly after I started this blog, I found a book called FatSo?! which quickly brought me to terms with saying the F word. Over and over again. While there are many delightfully fun forbidden words that begin with the letter F, I never realized how taboo and shame filling this one little word can make someone feel.
Just think about it. This one three-letter word fat has led to depression, starvation, diseases and yes death more than any other word I can think of. For decades gays and lesbians had to stand up and say, “Yeah, SO?!” when slurred against them. “That’s so gay” is now considered outdated slang and very rarely referenced to a persons sexuality anymore. My point is that you can completely change the definition of a word by accepting, or not accepting, its content. And no, I’m not here to make Phat into the new Fat. Don’t even get me started on that bullshit. And I’m not here to preach unhealthy lifestyles or “I am woman” hear me roar about how women are beautiful at any size. (Though they are!)
The best part is of this whole idea is actually not what you are probably expecting. It’s the freedom of just being able to say the word fat. You heard me. Fat. Fat. Fat, fat, fat, fat ffffffat! It’s a little awkward at first and I’ll admit, I feel a little silly. But as I sit here, half tuning into Chris rant conspires about Pearl Harbor, the word fat keeps repeating in my head and I want to shout it out loud, like Zooey Deschanel in 500 Days of Summer. And maybe someday I will be able to do that, but not right at this moment.
If your still with me, if your curiosity hasn’t waned away, then all I can honestly say is that this is a blog about me. It’s a blog about my life, what it was like growing up fat, dating fat, accepting my body for what it is, how to live healthy and just general things I outta know by now. Experiences I let myself get passed by being too ashamed of being fat and letting that three-letter word dictate my entire existence. As Popeye says, “I am what I am and that’s all that I am.”