Hi guys! I want to start off by saying a big thanks to Fat Fox for her post last week, as well as the great discussion that ensued, brilliant as always!
I’ve just recently been getting over a middle-ear infection-type thing, so I have been kind of quiet due to feeling whooshy, sluggish, generally miserable and not myself. Thankfully I am finally on the mend and have a new rant to share with you today! Apologies in advance for the amount of ‘fuck’s that pop up.
My ramblings usually stem from personal experience and today is no different. I was shopping at the grocery store which, as we all know, is a perfectly normal, every day thing to do because as people we kinda need food to survive. It can be quite a harrowing experience if you’re fat, however, because you encounter all manner of individuals that believe what you put in your cart is their business.
News flash: it isn’t.
This is not a lecture about what you should or should not be buying, and I am not here to judge your personal food choices. I am not a nutritionist and even if I was, I am not the damn food police. No, this is me delivering a good old fashioned ‘Fuck You!’ to the people in grocery stores (and you know who you are) that think it’s their personal responsibility to direct fat people towards better food choices.
Today I was a glowing beacon for all the concern trolls, because I was Halloween shopping. Ohhhh I know… candy! The horror! I personally have a strict budget of $200 every two weeks with which to buy all my household’s meals. Now, I had already purchased all the meat and vegetables, rice, blah blah etc. that I would need for that time frame, so today’s shopping was mainly Halloween candy, party foods, and ingredients to make cupcakes for friends and family. (I bake for the people I love so be careful, you may catch fat as I hear it’s contagious.)
So yes, today there was a death-fat fatty merrily wandering around the store with a cart full of junk food. So what?
I’m not there to threaten your very way of life, I’m buying groceries. I don’t have to explain to every would-be do-gooder my situation or the reasons behind any food choice I make. I’m not judging your shopping, I’m minding my own business, grabbing what I need, and getting the hell out.
So, if you come up to me in the store and suggest that perhaps I really don’t need that chocolate bar you just witnessed me toss in my cart, then you better be prepared for me to tell you to fuck off and puh-lease don’t act surprised if I don’t thank you for your advice. I didn’t ask for your opinion! You are intruding in my personal space and my right to be left the fuck alone.
If (and yes y’all, this happened) you tap me on the shoulder and say something to the tune of “I’m sorry to intrude, but I’ve been following you through the last three aisles and noticed that you didn’t once opt for the low-fat option to anything you purchased. Perhaps it would be better for you, I mean, those carbs aren’t our friends.. Right?” Then I am going to yell at you to mind your own fucking business! How dare you, and who follows people around the supermarket to watch them shop anyway?! Weirdo! Also, I do NOT appreciate the patronising attitude that suggests I don’t have the brain capacity to make whatever you believe to be ‘right’ decisions. You and your thinly veiled contempt can take a flying leap off a balcony somewhere.
If you look at the contents of my shopping cart and tsk-tsk me with a disapproving glare, then be sure to also take a good long look at my middle finger waving at you before you walk away. Ok?
So strong was the wave of fat shaming I encountered today that I cracked. But instead of crying, I paraded around the store, dancing around rubbing my belly while crying out “FAAAAAAT!” and generally embarrassing all within eyesight. Funny, I was then avoided like the plague, and continued my shopping uninterrupted.
Jokes aside folks, here’s the thing. People like different foods and live by different diets, even fat people. People have different allergies and intolerances to certain foods and chemicals, even fat people. People have different budgets and family situations, even fat people. And yes, even fat people can buy their OWN groceries. We are perfectly capable of deciding what we want to put in our bodies. We don’t need you to butt in, point out our ‘flaws’, and make us more afraid of being fat-shamed, bullied, judged, and stigmatised in public places, any further than we already are.
So I am now encouraging readers to join in. Yay for interactive blogging! We’ll start up a Big Fat Believe It Or Not! If you have a story about being stigmatised while shopping (or other hum-drum daily activities), or have a story regarding a situation in which you were being subversive and calling attention to your fat, please feel free to share it here in the comments! We’d love to hear from you.
Help us to remind others that they are not the Sheriff of the supermarket, and are not required to swoop in, save the day, and fix us.
After all.. we’re fat, not broken!