Ladies and gentlemen, the anti-lard bigotry takes a human form and calls itself Linda Kelsey
Linda's self-important attitude towards "fatties" is horribly ignorant and gross. But it's not like she stops there, too. She carries on to perpetuate that the young women with anorexia issues has nothing to do with the social media pressure, but that they're all "hard, driven personalities with a determination to be A* students at any cost." Err... which school did she go to that mandated that an eating disorder went hand in hand with good grades?
I've experienced weight issues all my life (short, as it still may be). Growing up as the fat kid, and into my teens/twenties, my weight fluctuated up and down. My own sister even tried to encourage me to try out the old diet plan from a couple years ago. I was horribly depressed from a breakup and I cried so much I had no appetite. "Well, break up with Steph for a few weeks." Great. Good to know she's got my back.
But Linda here goes on to say that A.) she doesn't have weight issues and B.) she doesn't have a daughter. Okay, well, does that really qualify her to speak for this? You don't know how many diets, gym memberships, TV-order exercise programs these jolly young women she saw on her way to Spain might have bought and tried. You don't have a record of their medical history, genetic or otherwise. You don't know how many comments may have been thrown their way for wearing an outfit that showed a little too much muffin top, or accented the back of their thighs with cellulite. Should every fatty wear a burlap sack and call it a day?
It's people like this that are either so miserable with themselves that they actively seek out others who should be wallowing in self-pity and shame, and when they're not, they're outraged and try to assume that outrage onto the fatty until they want to crawl under a rock. Well, news flash. We don't need your approval. Whether you're related to us or not. And as I told my sister months ago after admitting that yeah, I could stand to lose a few pounds, I'd rather be fat and happy than miserable and stressing over my body.
Call the mob, grab your torches and pitchforks, because there are fatties bumbling around and they are happy. They aren't showing a sign of remorse or contemplation of their size, they are happy, self-assured people.Standing in the queue for airport security at Luton last week, en route to Malaga and my fortnight in the sun, I became transfixed by the three young women in front of me.
All in their early 20s, they were laughing and chatting, clearly looking forward to their hols on the Costa del Sol, excitedly planning their days on the beach and nights on the town.
They sounded - and looked - happy and carefree. But what mesmerised me most about this jolly trio was not their conversation, but their appearance: they were size 18 apiece, at least.
My GOD will the self-confidence never end? It seems that every effort for the last decade has been the wrong direction. Trying to reassure the next generation that there is nothing wrong with them was clearly the wrong attitude to take with children. But no, let's not discretely swap out some of the unhealthy foods in the kitchen for better snacks, no-no, we should be telling our young girls that they're getting a bit chunky around the middle and they need to put down the fork. Or, we could, if we didn't want them to dive off into the deep end into anorexia.One was wearing shockingly skimpy crochet shorts, as seen on size-zero models in adverts. But in this case, the shorts made it appear the wearer had an extra bottom hanging below the cut-off hemline.
Another girl wore white stretch leggings with a pattern of cellulite dimples showing through, accessorised with a super-sized sausage of overhanging belly.
Meanwhile, the third sported a cut-away vest top revealing the entire back of her pink bra, complete with chunky rolls of fat above, beneath and around the straps. To top it all, these three were - I kid you not - sharing a bag of crisps.
It occurred to me that if these girls hated their bodies and were racked with self-loathing, as we're so often told that the majority of young women do and are, they were doing a grand job of projecting exactly the opposite impression.
Far from body hatred, what I witnessed was a let-it-all-hang-out faith in themselves and a don't-give-a-damn attitude to their evident obesity.
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A generation of mothers seem to have swallowed a dangerously misguided message of body acceptance; making them terrified of telling their daughters they're getting fat for fear they'll stop eating altogether.
Mums are now so busy shoring up their daughters' self-worth by telling them they're lovely just the way they are, they're becoming guilty of benign neglect instead.
Linda's self-important attitude towards "fatties" is horribly ignorant and gross. But it's not like she stops there, too. She carries on to perpetuate that the young women with anorexia issues has nothing to do with the social media pressure, but that they're all "hard, driven personalities with a determination to be A* students at any cost." Err... which school did she go to that mandated that an eating disorder went hand in hand with good grades?
I've experienced weight issues all my life (short, as it still may be). Growing up as the fat kid, and into my teens/twenties, my weight fluctuated up and down. My own sister even tried to encourage me to try out the old diet plan from a couple years ago. I was horribly depressed from a breakup and I cried so much I had no appetite. "Well, break up with Steph for a few weeks." Great. Good to know she's got my back.
But Linda here goes on to say that A.) she doesn't have weight issues and B.) she doesn't have a daughter. Okay, well, does that really qualify her to speak for this? You don't know how many diets, gym memberships, TV-order exercise programs these jolly young women she saw on her way to Spain might have bought and tried. You don't have a record of their medical history, genetic or otherwise. You don't know how many comments may have been thrown their way for wearing an outfit that showed a little too much muffin top, or accented the back of their thighs with cellulite. Should every fatty wear a burlap sack and call it a day?
It's people like this that are either so miserable with themselves that they actively seek out others who should be wallowing in self-pity and shame, and when they're not, they're outraged and try to assume that outrage onto the fatty until they want to crawl under a rock. Well, news flash. We don't need your approval. Whether you're related to us or not. And as I told my sister months ago after admitting that yeah, I could stand to lose a few pounds, I'd rather be fat and happy than miserable and stressing over my body.