(This post mentions sexual abuse, eating disorders and other sensitive subjects that some people may find triggering.)
Wait. Stop. Think. Before you make that comment about fat people, think about who you’re saying it to.
I am your mother, who gained 20kgs in pregnancy and never lost it. I am your father, who sat 20 years behind a desk so that you had food and clothes and education.
I am your sister, who was sexually abused as a child and uses her fat as a cushion to protect her from the world. I am your brother with a metabolic condition which means I am unable to process food normally.
I am your friend who grew up in an impoverished family and was forced to eat unhealthy, processed foods, or not eat at all. I am your neighbour who eats and exercises just like you, but who can’t manage to shift the weight.
I am your colleague, who was bulimic as a teenager, and has worked 10 years to fix their relationship with food.
I am your daughter, who just wants your acceptance and love, no matter my shape. I am your son who cries himself to sleep because the world hates him.
I am the possibility of who you could have been, had life given you a different path.
Now, what was it you wanted to say?