I don’t know what the politically correct word is for fat. As far as I know, there isn’t one. It seems to me that as soon as you start using some other–nicer–word that means fat, eventually that new word gets a bad connotation as well. I’ve heard large, heavy, overweight, fluffy, plus-sized. And when you list them out like that, sure. It seems like pick any one of those adjectives over fat. But when you use them in a sentence (maybe it’s just me) but I don’t think they work.
For instance, if there is a group of men in front of you who are all brunettes in their work uniforms and you need to point one man out to the person you are talking to and he is overweight and the rest of the men are not… If you said, “It’s the guy who’s fat.” Or “It’s the guy who’s overweight.” I don’t think either of those is particularly PC or sounds really great.
And I think the reason for that is because it’s not the WORD that is a bad word. It’s the thing itself. In other words, in our society, there is no really great substitute to use for the for the word fat because the negative connotation is with being fat–no matter which word you use.
I remember finding myself in a *situation*. It was a medical situation where my kids had an appointment and the nurse who was taking care of us was obese. I was walking in with several kids–none of whom were over the age of 10–and I knew it was coming. They had never seen anyone this overweight before and I knew it was remarkable to them and that at that age for someone, remarkable should be taken literally. I knew they would say something.
I tried to rack my brain for how I would handle the situation and what I could say. I think it was the 4 year old who leaned over to me and said something in a not quiet voice that the man could hear. Honestly, I can’t remember now what I actually said in response vs what I wish I could go back and say. I just remember being extremely uncomfortable. In other situations when my kids notice other people’s differences, I might acknowledge that Yes, that boy only has one arm. Sometimes people are born that way and sometimes it happens as an accident. But I’m sure he doesn’t like us talking about him like this. He must get people staring at him a lot. But I bet he can still do lots of really cool things. Maybe we should go introduce ourselves and be friends.
But I really couldn’t find the words at the time for this particular situation.
Just today, in Primary, I was leaning over to whisper to one of the children and that child said rather loudly (three times!) , “Your breath stinks!” Yeah, that’s not my most favorite moment in the world. And I can’t lie. It was embarrassing. But what can you do? I probably did have bad breath. It’s a common occurrence while fasting. So I apologized to him and told him as much. It’s Fast Sunday. Sometimes that happen when you fast. But fasting is more important than bad breath. He didn’t mean anything insulting by it. He was just being honest and was probably shocked by it since I was whispering right in his face. What are you going to do?
Another thing I have noticed is how deep and complex this whole fat thing is on women. Maybe it’s hard for men, too. I don’t know. I just know women. And among the women that I know it’s very common to worry about being fat, gaining weight, trying to suck in tummies, distracting from wider parts, dieting. And every time someone skinnier than I am makes a comment about their own body not being skinny enough, it’s as if they are saying to me, “You are too fat to be acceptable.” And every time I worry about my own body being too fat around other women who may be larger than I am, I am telling them the same thing. And it’s horrifying because I don’t want to tell them that at all. I don’t think it about it them. I would never say such a thing. But I think underlying all of that, maybe that’s exactly what I mean. I mean, right? If I am saying that my body isn’t skinny enough, then that means that I have bought into our culture that says NO body that big or bigger is acceptable. So I’m just part of the problem.
I have a scar on my leg. It’s on the front of my right shin. I’ve had it since I was 2. Apparently I fell of my front porch and landed on a broken, glass soda bottle. I had to get stitches but I was a screaming toddler who was in a lot of pain and I guess I didn’t settle down very well for the stitches. My understanding was that it was a super fast job, not one really done to minimize scarring. Anyway, it’s a pretty thick scar that looks like a smile about two inches long and 3/8 inch wide.
I’ve had this scar my whole life. I don’t remember my leg being without the scar. I’ve never been ashamed to wear shorts or a skirt. I hardly notice it when I look at myself in a mirror. In fact, when I look at my other leg, that leg looks plain and like it’s missing something.
Why is it that this flaw doesn’t bother me at all when so many others do?
Also, my left leg is slightly larger than my right leg because of the damage done by blood clots. The left leg is permanently swollen and there’s no cure or treatment. I definitely dislike the fact. But I spend way more time messing with my hair or worrying about my weight than I do the inequality of the size of my legs. It’s noticeable if you look. What makes me just kind of sigh and move on from that flaw when other flaws get me so hung up?
Here are some “flaws” that I think are beautiful.
- Women with gray hair. I love it when women wear their hair natural. I love the short cuts that are so sassy. I love the women who have their full, long gray hair. I love the white haired dos I see. I really, truly think it’s beautiful.
- There was a woman I went to jazzercise with who was older. Maybe 60ish. And I knew that she thought she was fat. But I loooooved to watch her. Her calves were so curvy and buff and beautiful. Her thighs were so strong and muscular. She worked out with ten pound weights! I was amazed. She wore her long gray hair in this cute, perky pony tail that bounced while she danced. She had a fabulous smile and bright blue eyes that crinkled when she smiled. She was so dang cute! I knew that all she thought about herself was that she was fat and so one day I told her how cute she was and she could not believe I thought that about her.
- Crow’s feet. The way my face is aging, my wrinkles are in other places. And I’m seriously bummed because crow’s feet are sexy
- I was watching a youtube video about something and the girl who was talking in the video would probably be classified as obese. And she was smoking. I mean, she was absolutely stunning. She was was wearing this striking black dress that was modest and yet accentuated all the right features and she absolutely unapologetic about her size.
Which brings me to…
Have you seen what models do to themselves? If I was that kind of person I would post some photos of some of the ridiculous make-up I see being modeled in magazines. Or I would link you to some of the most ridiculous fashions coming out of NYC right now. And have you seen some of the outrageous hairstyles that some people are sporting?
I mean, really? How do they get away with that? I know what the answer is. It’s confidence. Those people doing that are not ashamed of those crazy things. They are just confident in what they are wearing and how they look. That’s all it is.
Take the 80s, for instance. Remember how you did your hair? And don’t you look back now and think, “Oh my goodness.” But you were confident wearing it like that because that was the normal style. You dressed like that because that was the normal style. And so you felt comfortable and confident dressing like that. Even though now you look back and cringe.
So I think the key is to just do what you are going to do and rock it. Where the clothes you want to wear–either because you like them or they look good on you–unapologetically. You rock that style. I’m pretty sure that once you feel confident in what you are doing, you can pull off anything.
If you feel like your body is too big, too fat, too soft, not muscular enough, etc…And you’re trying to hide it and worrying about how you look, everyone around you senses that insecurity. Whereas if you just wore what you wanted and were confident in what your body looked like, no matter what it looked like, then you will look good. Who’s going to tell you otherwise? And if they do, so what?
I don’t know. I think the key is just working with what you’ve got. Like my whole life I’ve wanted to have long hair. And for my whole life I’ve read articles on what to do to get healthy hair and all the wrong things I was doing that was breaking off my ends and damaging the hair shaft. Maybe I was missing some crucial component in my diet. And you know what? The last time I went in to get a hair cut I was kind of lamenting the fact that I didn’t have that hairstyle and the lady cutting my hair just said to me, “Yeah, you are never going to have that hair style. Your hair won’t do that.” It was so LIBERATING! I’m never going to be able to have that. I don’t have to think about it, worry about it, regret it, wish for it. I can just let it go. And this is what I have growing out of the top of my head. So what can I do to work with what I actually have got? And this lady told me I had “sassy” hair. I can totally work with sassy hair!
I feel that way about clothing lately too. I don’t have many clothes that I like. And most of the styles that I like just don’t fit my body type now. I feel self conscious in those clothes. But I do know the kind of thing that looks good on me. I look good in short sleeves as opposed to cap sleeves. I need a long scoop neck or square neck line, nothing really high neck and definitely nothing V-neck. I need fabrics that don’t cling. I need shirts that are gathered in the front and the kind of shirts with elastic at the hips to blouse out to the top or else long enough shirts that I can tuck in and then pull out loosely. Those things look awesome on me and I feel comfortable and feel confident. So why bother with other styles that I also love and wish I could wear but that end up making me look frumpy and feel bad about myself?
Sure, I wish I had the body and skin of me 20 years ago. But since I don’t have that, how can I work with what I’ve got?
And if those crazy models in NYC can wear those hair styles and that stupid makeup and those ridiculous clothes and call it high-fashion, then I can do whatever I darn well please as long as I’ve got the confidence enough in myself to rock that style and pull it off. And if you’ve got that confidence, everybody else will fall in line.