Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Fat and Fit
When I get interested in something I tend to research it endlessly. This means I've been reading a lot of blogs lately that are fitness/health oriented.
As soon as I decided I wanted to change my diet, I started scouring the web for paleo/primal food blogs. When I started to run at the gym, I found myself watching videos about proper running form and looking for inspiration everywhere. I'm such a slow runner that it's easy to get discouraged and want to quit, but I don't want to be that person. Reading about other people's struggles can make all the difference sometimes and it's nice to feel solidarity with other people.
I'm not going to pretend I know any more about life than anyone else, but what I do know is this: love is not conditional. If you need to lose ten more pounds before you can really love your body, well that's not love in my eyes. Loosing weight will not make a person more comfortable in their own body by default. It may make it a lot easier for some, but pant size doesn't indicate self confidence. I wear a size 20. TWENTY. And you know what? I love my body. I rock the shit out of cute ass dresses and am constantly amazed by the things my body can do. We tend to forget all the amazing things we do everyday with our bodies. Just the very act of walking or having pupils that can contract is something to celebrate. And thumbs. What would we ever do without them?
I'm not saying people shouldn't want to lose wight or that there won't be days when we feel bad about our bodies. Highs and lows are a fact of life and people have the right to think some types of bodies are more desirable than others. I'm just tired of fatness being equated with unattractiveness or laziness. My "fat days" are filled with more health and love than a lot of thin people's. So please stop projecting your body insecurities onto me. Cause I'm sexy and chubby man. And that's okay.
I just wish other people could see it that way.