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Mr. Barthes: To deliberately believe in lies while knowing they’re false. 
Examples of this in everyday life. 


Love your body. You are beautiful. It doesn’t matter what size or shape you are, you are beautiful. Believe it and Embrace it.

Sorry, I didn’t put everyone’s. I just picked a few (:

‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.

I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…

I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’

‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’

What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

JK Rowling  (via panicatthefaggots)


‘You’re not fat, you’re beautiful!”

I can’t even fathom how many times I’ve heard that, and every time, it makes me cringe.

To me, my fat is undeniable. As is my beauty. Sometimes I get honestly distracted by the undeniable jut of my hips or the wobble of my belly. I think it’s sexy.

The thing is, I hear it so much. ‘You’re not fat!’ And it makes me shake my head. Because all it does is enforce the idea that fat is bad, wrong, unattractive, evil.

Guess what? Lots of people are fat. And lots of those fat people are drop dead gorgeous.

‘But but but being overweight is so unhealthy!’

First of all, over WHAT weight?! The word ‘overweight’ insinuates that there’s some ideal weight out there. It’s not true. All bodies are different. Did you know BMI is a completely inaccurate measure of health? Did you know that people who stay fat are proven to live longer than those who diet constantly? Did you know that 95% of diets fail? Did you know that most studies that come out preaching the horrors of the ~obesity epidemic~ are sponsored by and paid for by dieting companies?

Did you know that fat is NOT the worst thing to be? You can be fat and happy. Fat and loved. Fat and successful. Fat and healthy. Fat and beautiful!

So don’t be so afraid of fat. If you’re fat, you’re beautiful! If you’re thin, you’re beautiful! No matter what you are, you are beautiful! Changing your body is not the answer. Changing your perception of the body you already have—now THAT’S the ticket! . .feel free to come say hello!


Reassessing the fear of fat


Hallelujah! I never have to make another New Year’s resolution to lose 10 pounds.

This good news comes from the New England Journal of Medicine, in which the editors rail against the nation’s obsession with dieting “in an attempt to look like our semi-starved celebrities.”

It turns out that the hazards of being overweight and the benefits of weight loss have been exaggerated, the doctors note. It’s all a matter of degree. For most people who dwell in the gray zone of modest flesh creep, the message is simple: stop worrying and start living.  Read more

By Abigail Trafford

 Washington Post Staff WriterTuesday, January 6, 1998; Page Z06

I’m so sick of weight-loss shows. I’m sick of people coming out and revealing new bodies and then belittling the old bodies they once had, bodies that some of us possess. Contrary to popular belief, being fat doesn’t mean you hate yourself, it doesn’t mean you lack self-respect, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be humiliated, degraded, ignored, and dehumanized; it doesn’t mean you’re ugly or stupid or worthless, but that’s how society wants us to feel and I’m just sick of it. If I’m not dieting, if I’m not spending every moment of my life counting calories and apologizing for the size of my body; if I’m not taking the abuse and the punishment and the cruel looks and the hateful words, if I actually dare to accept myself, then I’m crucified. I’m sick of living in a world that tells me on a constant basis that I am not good enough, that if I just lose weight I will be worthy of the conditional love it has to offer. I don’t want any part of a world like that. I will fight that world and, in it’s place, I will create a new world, one that is my own, one that is made of art and poetry and feminism and compassion and intelligence and pleasure and love, love for myself and love for others, love that has no conditions and no limits, love that too many of us are denied.

A Drowning Woman: Being Fat

  (via frass)