OK so say you’re a fatty struggling to “love your body”. Actually you despise it but since doing anything about it would require you to challenge your addiction, you set your sights on thoroughly deluding yourself instead.
You pour over FA, HAES, and body positivity blogs, follow and friend fellow fatties who are also trying to delude themselves, post disgusting selfies for affirmation from the echo chamber, and generally waste all of your efforts on avoiding the consequences of your gluttony.
One day you realize you’ve arrived! You love your “curves”, you flaunt your “style”, you slather on the makeup, ruin your hair color, flaunt ugly body modifications, make unfortunate eyewear choices, and loudly proclaim your fierceness.
Now what? Does society start treating you any differently? Do you fit better in airline seats now? Do clothes look better on you? Did your beetus disappear and your blood pressure return to normal? Do your joints feel better? Do your crushes show more interest in you? Can you climb a flight of stairs without wheezing? Were you able to discard you car’s seatbelt extender? Can you see your own genitals, tie your own shoes, wipe your own ass now?
What exactly have you accomplished by achieving this holy grail of body positivity?
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[–] Carsandsarcasm ago
What I don't get is the relative effort. To go through the process of coming to this hypothetical state of acceptance and happiness with obesity has shown to take them years. They all talk about how they have spent decades hating themselves and trying not to and that it's always a battle. Weight loss, however, only needs to be done once and it only takes 1 year unless you're crazy fat. After it's done, it's not a battle. You just like yourself. Fats don't seem to understand that their road of acceptance is actually way harder.