Body acceptance, curvy, fat-shaming etc. etc. etc. I dunno about any of this, but it’s part of our time and I’ve written about it before. Somewhere on my blog is a chart that shows the differences in the ideal young woman’s body throughout the world.
When I was young, we seldom saw a really fat person. My Aunt Jo was “fat” and she wore a size 14 in 1950’s Simplicity patterns which was something like 34-26-34. It was snug on her. Compared to the rest of her sisters, she was chubby. They wore size 12 which was (again 1950’s Simplicity patterns) 32-24-32.
A few years ago I wanted to send my cousin one of my mom’s dinner dresses — a blue silk number — and an outfit of Chinese silk my mom had made. My cousin (among other things) is pretty vain about her slender figure and thought of my mom as the somewhat rotund person she was in her older years. She turned it down explaining to me that she was very slender and the clothes wouldn’t fit.
This cousin and I aren’t friends, and never will be, but we’re family. We are who we are and before I moved to Colorado, I sent her the clothes. The blue dress fit. She couldn’t get into the Chinese silk outfit. Ha ha, bitch.
She didn’t realize that ALL of them, her mom and my mom and the whole horde of women who were our family, had been built like her, except, of course, grandma who was built like me.
Now I see LOTS of people who are beyond corpulent, and I don’t understand it. I’ve read the articles, “Junk food is cheaper than wholesome food.” No it isn’t. Vegetables are cheap. Maybe the problem is quantity? or not cooking? I was recently in Colorado Springs and went to Wendy’s with a friend for lunch. There were people (people, not a person) who needed two chairs.
While fat people should NOT be treated like second-class citizens, the normalization of severe obesity is dangerous, I think. It’s not fundamentally an aesthetic problem. I’ve been overweight a few times in my life (times when movement through space wasn’t easy), and it causes problems. Higher blood pressure and increased strain on the joints are just two.
There are so many fun things to do that require a certain level of physical fitness. When I see a really fat little kid trying to keep up with his/her classmates on the playground, I want to kidnap it and teach it to play outside. I want to say, “Kid, you’re only going to be a kid for a short time. You need to run and play and throw balls and chase your sister and ride your bike and get a hula hoop and rollerskates and get OUT there. You can’t do it later. Joie de vivre, kid. Carpe diem.”
Anyhoo, this is a pretty boring post, so I shall move along to some other endeavor.
P.S. I don’t mean ordinarily overweight people. I mean people whose lives are seriously diminished by the extra weight they carry around.