Last week a thing happened on Twitter and Instagram in which some dicks made a hashtag called "#fatshamingweek" and a bunch of other dicks were all FAT PEOPLE SUCK LOL and I didn't write about it.
However, I did get in on it early, as on Monday the dude who came up with this genius plan sent me a really original Dairy Queen joke on Twitter. Actually he made fun of a recent picture of me on a hike with my mom, which was hilariously nonsensical, but is truly a good example of how absurd body-shaming often is -- in this case, it was levied at me even whilst engaged in rigorous physical activity in the outdoors. Because culturally speaking, publicly visible fat bodies are perceived as equally open to negative commentary whether they're eating a hamburger or slogging away on an elliptical trainer. There's no winning with fat shaming, whatever you do -- if you're fat, you're doing whatever it is wrong, even when you're simply existing.
See, one of the things about helping to make the internet is that sometimes gross things happen, and I have to decide whether I want to draw more attention to them, whether the benefits of expanding people's awareness outweigh the negatives of giving press to crappy jerks doing crappy shit. In this case I decided, eh, no, I am not going to write about #fatshamingweek -- even as many of you were asking me to --because it's not interesting or even all that provocative with any intelligence, and I had nothing to say about it anyway. It's not shocking when people shame fat people. It happens all the time.
But as is often the case, from this heap o' steaming shit beautiful flowers have sprung, as Sarah Martindale, one of the folks on the social medias who were grossed out by the original concept, has responded by declaring this week #bodyconfidenceweek, which is a hashtag I can get into. Negativity is always exhausting, but positivity is usually restorative, and right now I'd much prefer to put my energies into the latter, as the return on my investment is so much sweeter.
In that spirit, I'm asking you all a question: When do you feel most confident in your body? Whether it's wearing a certain pair of jeans or playing catch with your kid or scaling the face of a cliff, I want to hear about the times when you feel the most capable and strong and good about your body, and when you appreciate what it does for you.