This week’s Fat Girl Friday link roundup is a little different because I only have one link for you. If you read only one thing this week, let it be this piece from HuffPost Highline by Michael Hobbes:
Fair warning: the second section of the piece does start to get into food and diet-talk which I’m not a fan of, and I’m not thrilled with the fact that this is getting so much press and was written by a thin white guy when women have been saying this for decades, but the overall message of the piece is important enough that it’s the only thing I’m offering this week (and I’m going to think of Michael using his privilege for good in this case).
One of the quotes that hit me hard was:
A few months ago, I talked about going to see my primary care physician and how after the examination she kept bringing up my weight, even after I repeatedly asked her to stop. I didn’t mention my reason for going to see her because, well, it wasn’t really that important to the overall context of the post.
Here it is: the morning after my bachelorette party, I found a lump in my breast. Bigger than a golf ball sized lump. So, like the adult I pretend to be, I made an appointment with my doctor.
And, like Emily in the article, I’m worried I have fucking breast cancer and all my goddamn doctor wants to talk about is the number on the scale.
(I got a mammogram. The diagnosis was benign cysts (there were smaller ones I couldn’t feel) and they just recommend I go back in a few months to get them looked at again.)
When fat people tell you about their experiences, please listen. They may be anecdotal but they don’t exist in a vacuum. Instead, they are indicative of the larger cultural fatphobic attitudes that plague us every single day.