At least, I looked cute today.
so this picture has been making the rounds on some thinspo & other fat-hating/generally hateful blogs. With the exception of the person who announced that I am her thinspo, none of these blogs have made any comments. There just seems to be this tacit agreement that my face in and of itself is deserving of ridicule, that anyone seeing it should automatically want to laugh.
So I’ve been watching silently as it is reblogged over and over, feeling a mix of annoyance and confusion. The funny thing is that the one thing I have not felt during this time is ugly. I keep coming back to the picture trying to understand what there is to mock about it and each time I find nothing. Each time I look, I feel exactly the way I felt when I first posted it, cute. That is a victory for me because in the not too distant past, I would have been devastated by this.
It’s intense… the idea that 50 or so strangers would so thoroughly agree that my face is laughable that they feel no need to comment. In the past, I would have thought “who am I to disagree?” but all I can think now is… Why would I let their opinion have so much power over me?
You can call me ugly if you want to. Just don’t expect me to agree with you.
This whole thing just confirms the truth of this quote…
“Fat people who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t love themselves. Even fat people who are TRYING to love themselves scare the shit out of people who can’t do the same. We force people to have to look at why they hate their bodies because we are “supposed” to hate ours and we don’t. And sometimes they have no idea what to do with that, so they act like assholes.” - Tigress Osborn