Walking While Fat and Female – Or, Why I Don’t Care Not All Men are Like That

Sing it, sista! Tell it like it is! The very fact that this happens is an insult to humanity. Conforming to the societal expectation of size is no protection, btw. Some guy I knew gave me a hug yesterday in broad daylight, during which I walked past him to get coffees, and because I was alone and because I had my hands full, he touched my ass. I told him if he ever did that again I was going to drop him like a bad habit. And this kind of crap is so commonplace that it didn’t even occur to me to mention it when I got home until I read this. You see, I guess I currently conform to the societal expectation of what women are supposed to look like. But I didn’t always. I was a geeky, pizza-faced, glassed, braced, and pudgy teen. You know, when your self-image is being formed. In my mind, I will always be that girl, a girl who became anorexic and bullemic before she rejected this bullshit utterly. Before my anorexia, I got comments like this. After anorexia, I got propositions (like “how much for a good time?”) Then I put the weight back on, and it was more shit like this. Then I discovered a gluten allergy, went off it, lost the weight again, and now I’m being sexually assaulted by people I know. How about THIS IS JUST NOT OKAY AND I’LL WALK WHEREVER AND WHENEVER I FUCKING WELL WANT, SO SHUT UP AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?

~ by Sable Aradia on May 23, 2014.