Look, sometimes people who do not absolutely hate fat people get accused of being “fat enablers.” This is insane, and incorrect. There’s a post over on Huffpo right now, where the author Brittany Gibbons, designer of a plus sized clothing line, was accused of “enabling” fatness. She writes:
I was recently dining with friends when one of them told me that the work I was doing was just enabling people to be fat. I was a “fat enabler.”
You know, because if we give “them” clothes to wear and self-esteem, we’re basically just encouraging them…. like really fat, feral cats.
Clearly, this gem of a friend hasn’t been paying attention at all.
What strikes me as most bizarre about this is that this woman seemingly hated looking at fat people, but also wanted them to be running around naked. This seems extraordinary to me if you’re not fond of aesthetics.
You see, the plus-size movement is often simplified down into two sects: The body lovers and the fat activists. For the record, both of them are dope as f*ck, but I reside somewhere in the middle of those two places. I’m going to like you regardless of your weight, unless you’re a dick, completely unrelated to your body size.
Just like any sane person would! Because it is okay to be different body sizes. If people accomplish great things, we pretty much never remember whether they they were overweight or skinny or somewhere in between. Quick. Tell me Marie Curie’s weight. Oh, you can’t, becauseÂ that was not relevant to any of her accomplishments.Â Right. I mean, it is somewhat easier to remember the size of people who were famously dickish, but not really all that much (John Wilkes Booth was… skinny? I think?). The moral here is: do great stuff, and history will not remember what you look like. Unless, I suppose, you are a great beauty, and that tends to fade pretty quickly.