“Oh I’m so fat.” “So is your boyfriend really fat as well?”
“Oh are you pregnant?” “Oi fatty!”
“You’re not fat.” I know when people say that they’re quite
clearly lying to me. I am fat. I am obese and my BMI is quite high
and if you can’t see that you need a stronger pair of spectacles.
It goes back to the fact that people are uncomfortable with that word.
Yeah, with the F word, the dreaded F word. The word ‘fat’ isn’t insulting to me,
so don’t try and come in and swoosh in like a knight in shining armour and go, “You’re
not fat! You’re gorgeous! You’re fine!”
“You’ll never get a partner if you look like that.”
My mum thought that any date I went on, the guy, had to have a fetish about fat girls.
Oh God! “Oh he’s good looking. What did you do?
Are you a really good cook? Is he weird? Has he got a fetish? Does he like fat people?”
“Has he got a fetish?” “Does he jiggle you?”
You can see people when you’re grocery shopping looking into your basket. And the shopkeeper
will just be like… You know when people praise you for eating
a salad. “Oh are you eating… Well done you’re eating a salad!”
“Should you be wearing that?” I hear this all the time.
Do you? Yes, but it’s nothing to do with being fat.
Why is there this preconception that there’s things, that because you’re a certain size
you shouldn’t be able to wear. It’s because of the Fat Girl Rule Book.
Horizontal stripes - you shouldn’t wear that.
We shouldn’t wear anything that shows your arms.
Shouldn’t wear anything fitted. I just love that so many women are coming
together to actually show their middle finger, and say, “Kiss my middle finger. I don’t
care. I’m not going to stick the rules that you have set out for me and I’m going to
wear whatever the hell I want to.” People expect that you should be dressing
to a certain code so you hide yourself and disguise yourself in the background. “Don’t
make a show of yourself fatty, because you need to know your place.”
“Have you tried exercise?” For me it makes me feel good mentally. Like,
if I’ve had a bad week or a bad day, I’ll go to the gym or go and swim to swim it out,
clear my head. And I feel great. Not because I want to be a certain size or look a certain
way, or want a certain number on the scales. I just do it because I enjoy it.
So if someone says, “Have you tried exercise?” like it’s some sort of remedy to my fatness,
then no, I haven’t tried exercise to shed myself of my blubby body.
They’re trying to be nice but if just comes across as very passive aggressive. “Oh no
but I really care. Are you worried about your health?” No, you’re just being a dickhead.
It really annoys me when people obviously assume that you’re going to be really unhealthy
just by physically looking at you. Like for example, me, I’ve been a strict vegetarian
since birth, I don’t smoke, I’ve never drank in my life, how much more healthy of
a life style could I lead? I guess I am worried about my health. You
know, the whole diabetes... being able to move in the future, yeah. But isn’t everyone
worried about their health? I think when we start going down that route
of asking people, we have to then start going down the route of, walking though pubs and
everyone having a pint, “Do you worry about your health?” Or everyone smoking on the
street, “Do you worry about your health?” People are so concerned with other people’s
lives and their health, that they actually forget that they need to be concentrating
on themselves. That’s it. I’ll leave that to my doctor
thanks. Yeah exactly, a qualified G.P.
I had that shouted at me from a car while I was running. I was like, I’m trying, I’m
running! Are you expecting that person to be like,
“Good point weirdo in a car. I’m going to go to a gym now.”
Fat is the one thing you’re allowed to have a go at about people.
Like, you know, a white van driver just shouted out at you, “Fat!”. You tell that to your
story to your friends, they’ll just laugh and they go, “Yeah, you are a bit overweight
mate.”
“Imagine how good looking you’d be if you lost a bit of weight.”
I don’t think the world is ready for that. Then it’s like, “Imagine how much of a
nice person you’d be if you weren’t such a massive prick.”
Beauty is what’s within. You can be a size ten and be a vicious, venomous bitch. And
that’s not pretty. I’m both. They don’t cancel each other
out. I can be fat, I can be beautiful. I am.
I can be fat, I can be beautiful, I can be delusional if I’m Naomi.