I think about words a lot. Which, I mean, I’m a blogger and a writer and an editor so that might be stating the obvious. I think about words a lot and, by the nature of my activism, one of the words I think about the most is the word fat.
It’s a great word, in my opinion. It’s not a particularly lovely word – I find very few single-syllable words to be lovely, especially those with the short-a sound and the harshness of that consonant t. (Exceptions all involve th – mouth and thigh being particularly glorious.) No, fat is one of the basics, one of the learning-to-read words. It’s cat and bat and hat and sat and mat and so on. It’s one of those words that is so intrinsic to our English-speaking mouths that we don’t think about it; it just comes chopping out from the space between our front teeth.
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I love this article, too. I happen to love the word fat. I know for many people it’s a hurtful word, one that was thrown at them in anger or in scorn, and thus is hard to reclaim. I’m not telling you you have to reclaim it if it makes you unhappy, but I think it’s a fantastic word. It doesn’t carry the implications of “overweight” and it doesn’t carry the euphemizing “it’s okay because you’re not fat you’re [x].” And you know what darlings? Sometimes I’m not curvy, or voluptuous, or a bigger girl, or ‘plus size’, I’m just fat.
Anyway, read the article, share the fat love. <3