Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poetry, Oh How I Love Thee!

So while in my advanced poetry class I've decided to take it upon myself to inform people about fat hate, the 'obesity epidemic', and various fat acceptance topics through my poetry. Here is the first of my attempts. Please be aware the title is a work in progress I am not happy with it at all, but I need at least a working title to take it in and have it critiqued in class. There will be others in this series hopefully. And I'm not completely happy with this one yet either.


Fat Hate

A cow, a bitch, a woman, curved and round, maybe lumpy.
Called ugly, unloved, unhealthy, obese. Vilified by a society
obsessed with thin, perfect BMI* beauties, impossibilities of
flesh. Bombarded by diets, drugs, and surgeries. Call Curves,
call the gym, Atkins diet, Phenphedrine**, Apidexin***, Gastric
Banding. A fourty billion dollar Industry, with less than five
percent success. Have you called Jenny yet?


* body mass index
** + *** two of 2011’s “best” diet drugs

Friday, February 18, 2011

Dear Douchecanoe

Dear Douchecanoe,

Leaving nasty little notes in elevators telling people to take the stairs is not appropriate. It is not funny to tell people that they are worthless, ugly, lazy pigs because they take the elevator instead of using the stairs. Do you realize how many people are disabled but not visibly so in our school? Do you know how many people take the elevator because a previous injury makes taking the stairs painful? Obviously not, or you would not be leaving such notes in the elevators.

Please consider respecting other human beings by not choosing to comment on their bodies or self worth, even in writing.

Sincerely,


Uses the Elevator


So the story behind this is that someone on my campus has taken to writing nasty little things on one of those little cough notices in the elevator. Telling people to stop taking the elevator up one floor. This week, on top of being hormonal, sleep deprived, and just all around cranky, I found one of these notes had turned viral. Words like "lazy" and "ugly" have begun to appear in the same handwriting as the first note. So I'm a little more than peeved at this person. Mind you I know there's nothing that will change this persons opinion, and writing anything back just encourages them, but I am so tired of whoever this is being judgmental in this way. This is my way of getting it off my chest without writing something on their little note...Maybe I should go to the dean of the college and ask him to take down the notes anytime this person writes on them.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Lets Talk Trolls

Recently in the Fat-o-Sphere I have noticed a number of other bloggers being set upon by trolls, either on the internet or in real life. Some of them are pissed off about it, and some of them are feeling rather vulnerable because of it and then getting pissed off about it. Now while reading others posts about their troll problems I remembered a little saying my mother had taped to the fridge for the longest time.

"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day, and may their arms be too short to scratch."

While this thought is not particularly nice of me, I think it's appropriate considering how many days trolls have ruined for all us fatties out there. Honestly I think we'd run out of fleas before we ran out of trolls to infest.

But even should such an infestation occur, trolls will be trolls, and some days we can turn the other cheek to them and not be affected by their miasma of hate. And other days we crumble under the weight (ha!) of that hate. But we still try to keep our chins up. Because trolls hate themselves, and we are just the convenient target for their hate. But hey the idea of fleas and short arms helps me sometimes so I thought I'd share.