The author of a report says we should avoid calling people fat and should use the term overweight or obese instead. As a fat bird, I disagree. The one thing I need as a fat person is tough love. I put this weight on intentionally and it will be a struggle to lose it.
My brother wrote about his experience of having a sister with an eating disorder and it literally broke my heart into a million pieces. I wanted to share with you all his own words, because this is a family disease!
Leaving my parents and the comfort of my home was the first wrench. Entering the playground felt more like walking into a battlefield. Seeing the different groups, the popular, the pretty, the sporty and then finally the geeks - where I usually ended up. The next obstacle was walking into class and praying someone would sit next to me.
Until I was about ten years old I'd always been happy taking my clothes off. Then puberty hit and that was taken from me. Gradually my body became a loaded space, protruding with curves, inciting cat calls from strangers, inciting uninvited hands on me. The gaze and comments of strangers sexually objectified me long before I was a sexual being. My body no longer felt like a safe home.