You don’t want to pay back the advance, so you’re going to write it.” So, I just, one day at a time, one page at a time, wrote the book.
This is one of the few memoirs about weight that isn’t pegged directly to a diet plan–When we’ve seen books from fat people, they’re what I like to call “Lane Bryant fat,” and you know, if I were a size 18, or a size 22, I would have a different relationship with my body.
I believe in fat positivity and body positivity, and I try to have that outlook as often as possible.
But I have bad days, where, for example, a woman in Australia decides to humiliate me on the international stage. It’s not self-loathing that I feel, but I’m allowed to say, “Jesus Christ, if I just got my shit together, I wouldn’t be in this position,” while also recognizing that my body is not a problem.
“This is the history of my body, and I wanted to get that out there.” Here, the author talks about defying accepted narratives, the importance of representation, and how watching Ina Garten changed her outlook.
I just did it anyway, which is how I’ve approached most of the difficult things in my life where I’m terrified, but understand I’m going to do it anyway.
When you’re talking about fat positivity, it’s a radical thing: the idea that fat is neither negative nor neutral, but a positive thing, and [something that] you don’t need to explain or justify.
I think some people see [the connection between trauma and obesity] as an explanation or justification—a way of being a “good” fat person, as opposed to someone who just might naturally be fat, or who simply just loves food that much.
I think it’s lip service, and absolutely, it’s a farce, let’s be honest, because the body diversity they’re incorporating is a size 12, size 14.
I’ll be impressed when they can find me a nice outfit, or when they can look at fashion for people with disabilities, that would be diversity.