My experiences with fat shaming
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In today’s post Im going to be talking about my experiences with fat shaming. I know a lot of people can relate to this, so if you have a personal story (and are open to it) please share it in the comments below.
In the beginning
I was always very thin as a child, so much so that it caused concern among some teachers at the schools I attended.
I was also very sick (I have hydrocephalus). Weight gain was never something I had to think about, with being very slim it never crossed my mind.
So what happened?
As I got into my teen years I started gaining weight, naturally this phenomenon tends to come with puberty (yippie). I went from being very thin to pretty curvy in no time flat.
I was very self conscious about my weight. I remember when I was in grade 5, my teacher was going around the room and asking each student their weight (ya, odd to me too). At that time I was 115 pounds but when the teacher got to me I remember saying I was 97 pounds. I started separating my food at lunch to make sure I didn’t eat it all. When I entered grade 6 I wasn’t eating my lunches at all. I would just throw them out so my Dad would think I ate them.
I was exceptionally self conscious about having people see me eat. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. My Dad would weight and measure in height my siblings and I periodically. Once I was in the 120s he stopped weighting me.
I was always very active, I would swim almost every day for 3 hours, go for runs (ya, what a nut job) at 4am, and I would exercise in the basement every evening. I was pretty intense.
By grade 9 I was 130 pounds and a size 9. I remember going on weight watchers because “I was fat”. Even when I got down to 122 pounds I still wasn’t comfortable. The boy I was obsessed with at the time made a lovely comment. We were sitting outside (about 8 of us) and I laughed and said “oh, my ass is hanging out” to which he replied “that’s not your ass, its your fat”.
That was 15 years ago and I still remember it as if it was yesterday. When I was 16 I gained quite a bit of weight. I went from 122 to 145 pounds, and from there it just kept going up.
When I was visiting my Dad and Step Mom at age 17, I was asked by a family member “how many sodas I drink a day”. This question confused me because it was never asked of my thin sister. The remarks just kept coming about what I shouldn’t be consuming. It because so severe that I refused to eat in the same room as said family member, because honestly no know wants to be harrassed everytime they put food in their mouth.
In my 20s I became more “stable” with my body image, although I still received comments like “did you eat lunch?, because you could afford to skip a few”.
Seriously, don’t say that to people. Its extremely hurtful and honestly incredibly rude.
Even now at 31 I still get it. With recent health issues it was brought up to me by my Dad that they are probably because Im overweight and consume to much sugar. On a completely related note, my health issues have NOTHING to do with my body fat. I do NOT have diabetes, high blood pressure or high cholesterol. I am just fat.
I do have low vitamin d and low iron, which has been the cause of my health problems.
With posting this I just want people to know that they are not alone. Its perfectly fine to want to change your body, and its perfectly fine to love it as it is as well.
Let me know some of your fat shaming stories in the comments below. If you enjoy my content I’d love it if you would show your support and subscribe to my blog.
Till next time