after gaining a whopping 5 pounds (on my, then, 103 pound body) that I no longer “had the body of an oriental” and the whole reason he found me attractive to begin with was that I was “a white girl with the body of a pre-pubescent Jap girl.”
Ok, so I spent this morning checking and blocking about 150 spambot blogs using all manner of names, reblogging my content to promote their ‘secrets to getting rip of belly fat for women over 50′.
If I’ve missed any, apologies. I do not want to be part of anything that uses body shaming, stealing content, and trickery to make money.
If you want to lose weight, then I wish you all the best, so long as it’s YOUR choice, for YOU, and not out of the shame that’s been heaped on you by a greedy world. If you don’t wanna lose weight, I wish you equally well. Your body is YOURS.
I share my recipes because I love to share food and I want a world where animals are free from human harm. Some recipes are lower fat than others, some are gluten free, some are full of veggies, some are full of sugar. None of them are about anything other than enjoying good food while being lazy and not hurting other beings. If my stuffed peppers suddenly start ‘ripping’ belly fat, please let me know and I’ll investigate, because that sounds dangerous.
Use these recipes at home, with friends and family, don’t use them, it’s your choice. But don’t let anyone use them to try and make you feel inadequate or ashamed. Your body is as unique as you are and it carries you through life, you deserve to love and nourish it.
We need to stop promoting the idea that fat people are only beautiful if they dress hyper-feminine or hyper-masculine.
Yes, fat babes wearing 50s-style dresses and red lipstick are gorgeous, but so are fat babes who like to wear baggy tshirts and no makeup.
Only talking about the beauty of fat people who spend a great deal of time styling themselves promotes the idea that somehow fat people are not as beautiful as everyone else and need to try harder.
I have several issues about body positivity, but the biggest one I have, is that they equate beauty and value. They need to feel beautiful to be valuable or worthy.
Society values beauty as a trait to aspire, but body positivity values beauty in a sick way, their entire movement got reduced to “we are all beautiful, so call ME beautiful”, instead of shifting to a paradigm of beauty is not the end of all.
*Your body is important, valuable and should be respected, even if it’s not beautiful, and you should love and care for it.* That’s what I think body positivity should be focusing on.
But the ego and insecurities of their first fat precursors damaged the entire point of it. They wanted to feel beautiful so bad, they morphed into a group of insecure selfish people looking for attention and praise, without being willing to work for it.
Isn’t fat acceptance begging/demanding allies all the time?
So skinny people have to help, but can’t because they can’t understand, but are assholes if they don’t do anything, but full of bullshit if they do… What?
Also, Tess can eat an entire cake, which is inspiring, yet “fat people stuff their faces” is just a stereo type… PICK ONE!
Telling a dangerously overweight person not to lose weight because they’re beautiful, is like telling an alcoholic not to stop drinking because they’re fun.
“Just lose weight” is bad medical advice, especially for chronically ill patients. Many chronic illnesses directly cause weight gain or make it too difficult to exercise. Doctors know this, but still tend to view a patient’s excess weight as the cause of their health problems rather than a symptom. They’re less likely to run important diagnostic tests on overweight patients and more likely to dismiss their health concerns. I’ve been taken more seriously by doctors since I lost a significant amount of weight, and that’s definitely not the way that things should be.
I had to submit some health check documents for my insurance from work, it highlighted that I am under the national average weight for my age, sex and height, and that this is ‘unhealthy’.
I’m sorry, United Kingdom, but since I was a kid here the UK sizes have gotten so much bigger - measurably too! Up until recently I was generally a size 10, which through exercise and healthy living dropped to an 8, but recently because of this average size increase I tend to buy 6. Just because a nation is downward spiralling into a lazy, half-assed lifestyle doesn’t mean that being active, eating well and paying careful attention to my diet makes me ‘underweight’, 'unhealthy’ , 'overly concerned with my body’, 'anorexic’, 'stick thin’ and most certainly of all 'WEAK’.
I can guarantee that my weight will not be an issue on my following check in Japan. Why? A lower national average, yes. An overall healthier attitude to eating in Japan? Not sure I can agree with that, but what is getting under my skin is particularly the amount of comments from people I have seen over the past month whilst visiting my home town.
'Oh my haven’t you lost weight! You look so dreadfully thin.’ 'Are you eating properly?’ 'You look very frail now, don’t you.’ 'Have you been ill recently?’
- yes, I have lost weight mostly through cutting processed food from my diet and exercising daily.
-being fit, slim and in CONTROL of my body suggests -to me, anyway - strength, not weakness. Why don’t you try and see?
-you want to slack, fine. I DO NOT. Excessive eating is not necessary. Why is it becoming normal to shame those who make an effort to keep their bodies happy?
I’ve spent like the last 12 years being distressed that of all the goofy-looking kids on Degrassi, Terri is the one having the I-feel-ugly plotline despite being the only one naturally blessed with dope eyebrows and despite being literally the only one who emerged beautifully onto the show and didn’t have to blossom awkwardly into their babeliness over several seasons. And when she tells her dumb dad she feels ugly because she’s fat he says “YOU’RE NOT FAT, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL” and she’s like “Okay but I am fat tho, so, yeah, I c what u did there dad.” And all she has is Ashley treating her like a sidekick when she should be saying “Dude, stop wearing pajama pants to school in defeat, yr a babe, you deserve better than Rick and your dumb dad and an abusive-boyfriend-induced coma and like no resolution whatsoever for your character on this show. Idk why there are no other fat girls at our school but you’re cute and we love you we’re honestly just jealous of your eyebrows and your cell phone that has internet because it’s like 2003.”
“But NORMAL People’s Bodies Didn’t Look Like That!” …right?
Some of you may have seen my post about Baroque artists and their realistic depictions of human bodies as having skin and fat.
I’ve had a lot of negative and frankly fatphobic comments on that post, calling the people in the paintings “fat” and “obese,” mostly along the lines of this:
“It’s because the artists are depicting rich people, who were fat and lazy. Normal people didn’t look like that!”
The idea, of course, is that these artists wouldn’t have ever drawn bodies that looked like those in the Baroque paintings, if they weren’t painting super-rich people that stuffed themselves with food all day.
Supposedly. We’ll see how well that holds up.
Today I was in the library looking at a collection of drawings by Albrecht Dürer, and learned that in the early 1500’s, Dürer tried to put together essentially a “how-to-draw” book, showing how to draw people. His work was controversial, because of his technique of “constructing” figures using rules about proportions. (A quick and easy method of inventing realistically proportioned bodies out of thin air? Cheating!!)
However, in his “constructed” drawings, Dürer had to figure out how to handle the range of variety in bodies, and ended up breaking down how to create a variety of body types in correct proportions.
I’m showing the women, to contrast with the post on Baroque paintings. Here are some of his drawings that I thought y'all should take a look at.
These are a couple of his more “average” women—the one on the left is from his drawing book, and the one on the right is one of his drawings.
Here’s a “strong woman” and “A very strong, stout woman”
This is what he refers to as a “stout woman.”
Here’s where it gets interesting: this is what Albrecht Dürer refers to as a “peasant-type” woman
^That. That’s what a “peasant” body type looks like.
He labeled this one “A peasant woman of 7 head lengths”
in case you missed it: this figure drawing by a guy in the 1500’s is literally labeled as being of a peasant woman! this is what a “peasant woman” body type looks like!
He did draw similar amounts of thinner figures, but they’re not particularly emphasized over the “Strong” and “Stout” figures. Nor is there exactly a “default” figure. He’s just…going over the range of variations that there are?
Here’s another “stout woman,” covered in notes on how to draw the proportions:
now that’s too technical for me to make any sense of but
this was in the 16th century!! This body type was apparently not incredibly rare in the 16th century. This body type was important enough for you to be able to draw, as an artist, in the 16th century to be handled in detail in a 16th century artist’s drawing advice
In conclusion: yes this is just what people look like, yes it’s important to know how to draw fat bodies, even this dude from the early 1500’s is telling you so, Die Mad About It
all of this is from “The complete drawings of Albrecht Dürer” by Walter L. Strauss
WARNING: This writing is intended for mature readers 18 years of age and older only.
Contains themes of: Fat, Weight Gain, Diminishing Mobility & Physical Limitations, Ridicule, Fat Shaming and Subtle Sexual References.
Something shorter and a bit lighter this time around. Just some satirical fatty musings, with a little, covert teasing and a few, backhanded compliments mixed in.
Appetizer definition:
1. A small portion of food or drink taken before a meal, or the main course of a meal, to stimulate one’s appetite.
(Or more apropos)
2. Something that arouses or increases anticipation for what is to follow.
Directions for use: Read, Masturbate, Cum, Repeat.
Please enjoy your appetizer.
Appetizer 4 - Too Fat
By The Torture Artist
There is a common, two word phrase that becomes prevalent in the lives of every fatty, feedee, gainer and piggy.
Two words that you will hear often, be made all too aware of, and feel, not only emotionally, but also physically, as you experience them first hand.
Two simple words, that depending upon the context in which they are used, can inflict shame and embarrassment upon you. They can also cause you to feel a sense of pride, satisfaction and accomplishment. Even elicit great excitement and arousal within you.
The words… TOO FAT!
Have you heard? - You’re TOO FAT
You will often hear people tell you that you are TOO FAT.
TOO FAT for your height.
TOO FAT for your age.
TOO FAT to be healthy.
TOO FAT for your own good.
They will say such things quite matter-of-factly, though their insinuation that you are TOO FAT, is based purely upon conjecture, speculation, outside influences and generally uninformed personal opinion.
They will tell you things like: You are TOO FAT to wear that.
TOO FAT to wear something so skimpy, revealing or sexy.
TOO FAT to wear spandex, yoga pants or such other, snug, form fitting clothing.
TOO FAT to wear a bikini, speedo or a thong.
To which I say BULL SHIT! Wear what you like. Wear what makes you comfortable. Wear whatever makes YOU happy and feel sexy… The more revealing, the better.
You will even hear people tell you that you are TOO FAT for anyone to find you attractive, or want to be with you.
An ignorant notion that I find utterly preposterous.
In fact, the fatter you get, the more attractive you become to those with more sophisticated, refined tastes and ideals of beauty… Broad minded visionaries whom believe there is no such thing as TOO FAT, TOO MUCH, or even TOO FULL!
Incidentally, these aforementioned individuals: feeders, fat admirers, chubby chasers and the like, will be the only people that you encounter in your life, who may tell you, that you are actually, TOO skinny.
Caution! - You are TOO FAT!
You will see cautionary signs and warning labels informing you that you are TOO FAT, having exceeded the weight capacity limits for certain objects, conveyances or activities.
TOO FAT to use the step stool that is there to help you reach things.
TOO FAT to ride the attractions at the amusement park… Let alone fit in them comfortably.
TOO FAT to use the courtesy mobility scooters at the store. Though, I have personally witnessed quite a few who have put that 500 pound weight limit to the test.
Of course, there is the classic, “One size fits all.” Which every fatty knows, really means, one size fits all, except you, because YOU are TOO FAT.
A marketing faux pas which is now, more commonly reworded, “One size fits most.” But ultimately just means, YOU are still TOO FAT.
Some days you just feel TOO FAT.
As you go on, continuing to grow even fatter, as everyone knows you will. There are those inevitable revelations that you experience and feel first hand, as you outgrow, overburden and exceed the limits for certain things. Some becoming insurmountable obstacles.
You will eventually become TOO FAT to look down and see your feet.
TOO FAT to bend over and tie your own shoes. Though I suppose that’s why slippers, flip-flops and crocs are so popular among the fatty crowd.
TOO FAT to see the readout on a scale without assistance… Inevitably growing TOO FAT to even use a common, household scale. But not to worry, there are always scales designed for weighing freight and livestock that can handle your growing needs.
You will grow TOO FAT to fit through a standard size doorway.
TOO FAT to use a public restroom stall. Even some handicapped accessible stalls becoming a challenge.
TOO FAT to sit in a restaurant booth.
TOO FAT for a single chair to support your expanding posterior and increasing, weighty mass.
Before long, you will grow TOO FAT for your bed, dining room set, or pretty much any, standard, everyday, non-bariatric furniture for that matter.
TOO FAT to drive, or even ride in a car. Your opportunities for remaining active and outgoing becoming greatly diminished.
So, you admit that you are TOO FAT.
There may come a time when you finally concede to yourself, that you have probably gotten a little TOO FAT. An acknowledgment and acceptance that typically comes too little, too late.
By this point, you are TOO FAT to do anything about it.
TOO FAT to exercise.
TOO FAT to kick the habit and give it all up.
TOO FAT to break the addictions.
TOO FAT to have any hope of being remotely average in size, ever again.
TOO FAT to even imagine a life in which you are anything but, TOO FAT.
Then, one day, you discover that you have grown TOO FAT to even wear clothes anymore, let alone anything skimpy, revealing or sexy. Resorting for a while to wearing enormous muumuus, kaftans or tent-like sun dresses, until you become TOO FAT for even those to be practical.
But then, your birthday attire has always been the most attractive, alluring, sexy option anyway. All of your natural, corpulent charm and allure on full display for all the world around you to see.
The next thing you know, you are TOO FAT to leave the house anymore. Your excessive consuming having resulted in a life that is now consuming you.
It’s not easy being TOO FAT.
There are of course, the physical limitations and difficulties that come with being TOO FAT.
Somewhere along the way, you will become TOO FAT to pleasure yourself. Just another of the mounting number of obstacles for which you will require assistance.
There is also the popular misconception that you will eventually become TOO FAT to have sex… Another preposterous notion. You just have to be a bit more creative and resourceful. In fact, sexual opportunities actually increase as you grow fatter… You just have to use your imagination.
You will grow TOO FAT to walk, or rather, waddle, more than ten feet without your heart racing, gasping for breath, breaking into a profuse sweat and having to take a break. Soon thereafter, growing TOO FAT to waddle anywhere at all.
You will eventually become TOO FAT to take care of yourself, get up, or even move without assistance… This is when having an attentive, adoring feeder and care giver is invaluable.
Inevitably, you will grow TOO FAT to move at all, barely able to do little more than wiggle your porky, little fingers and toes, or open your plump, trembling lips for more… Complete and utter dependency.
These are of course, merely a few examples. There are countless other situations, incidents and encounters in which you may come to realize, feel, or be told, that you are TOO FAT.
You? TOO FAT? - Says who?
Are you REALLY, TOO FAT?
What factor determines if you are TOO FAT?
A measurement?
A number on a scale?
Exceeding the weight limits of inadequately, minimally designed and manufactured products?
Outgrowing any form of clothing that isn’t fabricated by a tent or tarp maker?
Who decides if you are TOO FAT?
Family?
Friends?
Coworkers?
Your feeder?
The medical community?
A society whose warped ideals and limited sense of beauty are the result of decades of media brainwashing and advertising propaganda?
Or is being TOO FAT really just a matter of perspective? A matter of personal preference, comfort and happiness… A choice?
But then, here’s the real question…
Is it possible for you to EVER, TRULY BE… TOO FAT???
!!!NEVER!!!
Thank you for taking the time to read my written offering. I hope you found it interesting, entertaining and arousing.
Constructive comments are always welcome on this, or any of my writings.
(UGH! Posting on Tumblr just kills your formatting!)
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