I originally posted this over at
The Rotund but a few people asked me to post it here as well. So I am!
Setting: Grocery store
Two women are standing beside each other surveying the nearly empty bins of tomatoes. One is fat, the other is sort of fat, with the loose skin that often accompanies sudden and rapid weight loss.
“There’s not much selection is there?”
“Nope, I wonder what happened, why there was such a rush on tomatoes.”
A pause, during which both women examine tomatoes.
“I was just wondering, would you be interested in talking about weight loss, an all-natural –”
The fat woman interrupts.
“No, actually.”
…
The sort of fat woman shakes her head as though she can’t believe what she has just heard.
“Really?
The fat woman is smiling and polite.
“Yes, really.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m actually a size acceptance activist which means I’m happy with myself as I am and view diets, no matter what kind, as an unhealthy activity.”
The sort of fat woman turns to a different bin of tomatoes about halfway through this speech and gives no indication that she is listening.
The fat woman holds up an unblemished tomato. She has as many as she needs and so offers it to the sort of fat woman.
“Oh, this one looks good!”
The sort of fat woman continues to ignore the fat woman.
The fat woman places the unblemished tomato in a prominent place on the display and once again smiles.
“Okay, well, you have a good night.”
The fat woman is joined by her boyfriend and they both walk away.
“What did she just ask you?”
***
The whole tomatoes incident happened on Friday night while the boyfriend and I were getting ready for a Saturday cookout. The tomatoes were for the hamburgers which we were grilling on our sort-of-repaired outdoor grill (the firepit side is functional but rather crumbly, the grill side is sound but the grill screen is held up by bricks). I was shocked, when it happened, for two reasons.
A) I was busy looking at tomatoes and not thinking about how my fat ass was walking around being all offensive to people.
B) This is the second time I have been solicited for weight loss in a store of some sort and, unlike the first time about five years ago, I was able to give a coherent and polite reason for declining the information.
Reason A illustrates the opposite of thin privilege. I am not allowed to forget I am fat. If I TRY to forget and just walk around like a normal person, someone from outside will remind me. Thin people (though this does happen to very thin people and people who, you know, deviate from the “norm” in just about any way) don’t have to think about the statement their body is making. Thin privilege is probably not the best term for it because it does work against so many different body types. In any event, this is why I believe just being a fat person walking around living a life is a political statement. People observe my body and what I do with it and judge me based on that. I have no control over them doing this - I can only control my presentation and try to subvert their interpretations.
Reason B is a pretty big deal. The first time this happened to me, I was shopping for swimsuits. Let me tell you, it’s unpleasant enough to be contemplating swimsuits when you’re already overly body conscious (as I was feeling at that time) without having a representative of the YMCA standing around asking you if you’d like to sign up for their summer membership drive. Thank you, YMCA lady, for implying that my body was not decent enough to appear on the beach. I wasn’t as self-confident then as I am now, so I wound up taking her pamphlet and giving her my “call for more information” number and then I had to fend off two or three phone calls because, really, I wasn’t prepared to join a gym at that time. I just wanted a swimsuit so I could sit on the beach and read a little bit while enjoying being outside.
The rampant belief that our bodies exist for other people to comment upon has not changed. But my ability and comfort levels when responding to it has and has in a positive fashion. It is not my job, it is not our job, to make nice and go along with whatever people are saying to us. It is not impolite to decline an offer of weight loss advice (or whatever a person might be peddling). We are, if we must be fat, supposed to be jovial and cooperative, but screw that. I will be jovial when I feel like being jovial (which is, honestly, most of the time) and cranky when I feel like being cranky and polite but firmly not interested when I am firmly not interested.
And, for the rest, I was genuinely offering that woman an unbruised tomato because, really, turning her down doesn’t mean we are suddenly enemies. I don’t have to buy into her scheme to be her tomato-shopping ally, which is how we started out. She was the childish one - when the conversation did not progress as she desired and expected, she played the “I can’t hear you” game.
And, frankly, that’s a better outcome then me having to deal with solicitation phone calls from the YMCA because I can’t say no.
The cookout, meanwhile, was fabulous. And the tomatoes were excellent.