fromtheinnersoul:

I posted a picture of my chicken alfredo pasta bread bowl from Domino’s Pizza on Instagram a minute ago. I captioned it as, “Fat time. Chicken alfredo pasta bowl from Domino’s.”

Three people liked it, but one certain white individual who just lost 30+ pounds commented and said, “I promise you don’t want to eat that lol I’m sorry but I just looked up the calories.”

Of course, reading this, I was so angry I was fuming. I digested this comment with a grain of salt when I replied to her saying that I didn’t have time to count calories, but when I started to look deeper, this is exactly what thin privilege is. And not only thin privilege, but an example of the way society and the misconception of beauty is.

Telling fat people what they can and can’t eat and why they can’t eat it just because of the calories. Telling fat people to watch what they eat so that they don’t get fatter. Because being fat is untouchable, unlovable, unbelievable to them. And they want fat people out of their sight.

I have to admit. I’m not always happy with my weight. I go through periods of hating my body, not feeling comfortable, and not entirely wanting to even eat when I feel like I’m too large or too big to “fit in” with society, and with others.

Anne Lamott said something along the lines of being born in a body meant that you were entitled to the full range of feelings that came with it. I feel like I can feel a certain way about my body simply because I was born in it. Whether I hate it or not. But when someone else tries to tell me what I’m to eat, why I shouldn’t eat, or how many calories I’m consuming - I get fucking livid. I have spent too many years of my life trying to accomodate and lose weight for people who have WANTED TO SEE ME THIN. I have spent too much time on thinspiration/thinspo blogs, checking out how tiny a girl can be, and internalizing it as what I should look like.

And I’m done with it.

I am absolutely done with it.