But some of us don’t “feel” fat. Some of us are fat. We don’t have “all the right junk/in all the right places.” We have junk that magazines tell us they don’t want, as well. But our “junk” isn’t the stuff celebrated in songs written specifically to make us feel good. Where’s the anthem to the double chin? Where’s the song about back rolls, or fat aprons? Cellulite? Bingo wings? The message the media conveys to average-sized women is that they can be “fat” and still beautiful and valued, so long as they’re only  “fat” in culturally accepted ways. But what do women who aren’t “fat,” but are actually fat, get out of this? More body shame, not for being fat, but for not being a thin-enough fat woman with an attractive hip-to-waist ratio, and plenty of derision from those mid-sized women who feel under attack any time discussion of body image turns to criticism of the things that make them feel good.

We’re so concerned with protecting the women who “feel” fat that we steamroll right over women who actually are fat.

–Jenny Trout on being fat.

For the record, I’m more-or-less in the “fatcepptable” group1 Trout talks about and she is absolutely correct in describing the way the media works hard to reassure women like me that we’re “plus sized” but still “attractive”, all at the expense of women who actually are plus sized/fat.

The net result is shit all ’round.

  1. Size 14-16ish, but I’m slightly taller than average and have a Culturally Acceptable waist-hip ratio.