Because it's a different aesthetic ideal than yours, dipshit.

you think the opponents of obesity are against for the aesthetic reasons? like we just can't stand the sight of chunkers? no, it's more of a medical/logistical thing. but i guess one's sense of personal beauty should trump that. hey, i think dead kids are beautiful!

Yeah, Im with you CJH. It has nothing to do with beauty. It has everything to do with a misguided sense of entitlement because of your sickness.

The problem is that body positivity has been hijacked by truly disgusting people (in the personality sense, not so much the looks sense). The women who suffer the most from problems with society's weird obsession with "skinny" are usually the women who are normal weight or maybe a bit chubby. Trying to make women like that feel more comfortable with their own bodies, while also being health conscious is a great and much needed thing I think, especially when it comes to younger girls.

As I said, though, there are morbidly obese people who think this also applies to them, which it doesn't, because it's a whole different ballgame when you're talking about being "proud to be fat" rather than "proud of who you are and maintaining a positive body image" and the line between those two things has been badly blurred and distorted by people who, as JBF said, have a weird sense of entitlement over it which is this video to a fucking T.

If you only knew how worthless you all were, and just exactly why.

I don't know of anybody that actually is proud of being fat. They have pride in their bodies, but they aren't intentionally trying to get the high score on the scale. It's not actually healthy to feel ashamed of your body. That kind of stuff leads to emotional eating or worse, yo-yo dieting. Losing weight and gaining it back is also really, really bad for you.

I'm sorry, but a lot of people's response to this issue sounds a lot like morality. Morality is bullshit. Morality is feeling really, really bad about being fat and then expressing it by eating a whole cake and a tub of ice cream. I'm desperate for some gay sex and can't find any, but the dude that's actively trying not to even think about gay sex lest he burn in hell forever, where is he?

Blowing some guy in a truck stop restroom. That's morality. Fuck that shit. Stick calorie counts on everything, color code that information so we notice when everything in our shopping cart is really fucking unhealthy, standardize soda sizes, and then kindly fuck off. Our bodies are ours to use and use up and we make much healthier decisions when we aren't wracked with guilt and shame over our vices.

Guys, can we all just point at this video and laugh at these people?

Blue, I don't if you're really crazy or if you're just capable of handling complex abstract analogies that just fly way above my head but I love being absolutely baffled by your posts.

Concern trolling 101.

Seriously, like half the fucking country I'm trying to lose weight right this very second. But it's impossible to determine a person's state of health just from looking at them. Don't fool pretend. There are literally half-ton people in perfect health, 300-pound triathletes, and slim, toned, pre-diabetic 30-somethings with high blood pressure.

When no skinny person ever dies from a heart attack, cancer, or diabetic complications, then you guys might have a point.

It's not that skinny people don't die of heart attacks. It's that they die a LOT less often from them than the obese. And just because you aren't sick when you're 30 and heavy doesn't mean you'll live to be 90.

"Half-ton people in perfect health" lol

Oh man, the remake of Boxing Helena for the fat generation is going to be so wonderful!

I think that Stanley's on to something here. Clap clap!

Being able to handle complex abstract analogies is just one of the many wonderful side effects of my most favorite vice. It also taught me to dance. I love going to the gym because I love my body and the amazing experience of dancing with poi. Once I started exercising regularly, I started eating better too. It feels fucking great.

And then you know what I did? I got in a van and I drove out to a beautiful spot in the forest. I drank some gross tasting tea and I danced. After a while the sky grew large and the clouds twisted into beautiful fractal patterns. It was beautiful. Then it was terrifying. Then, I was so fucked up I didn't know where I was. I didn't know my own name.

I forgot other things, too. I forgot how much I hated myself. I forgot how much I hated my body. I forgot about my father disowning me. I forgot about the rape, and all of the terrible things that come with having that secret. I forgot what it meant to grow up being raised as a boy while feeling like a girl. I forgot what it meant to know even as a very young child that every possible life I might want to live was impossibly out of my reach.

When the details of my life started trickling back to me, it was obvious what was going on. It was clear to me that I had every right to be happy, that I wasn't and that this was a serious and immediate problem. I knew, as if it were being transmitted into my brain by aliens that I needed to seek professional psychiatric help and that I needed to be open to going on antidepressants.

I wrote off the possibility of going to college when I dropped out of high school and got my GED. Since getting help, I've changed my mind. I've just applied to two schools. I'm going. My mom tells me it's probably a waste of money, but you know what? I don't think it is and that's more than enough reason to do it. My life is much better now.

Officially, I gambled and lost. When I see bright lights, they leave trails and I also have visual snow. Worth it. Just the fucking joy of feeling awesome with friends and looking at cool shit and dancing was worth that tradeoff.

I guess what I'm saying is that I strongly disagree with the idea that people don't have the fucking right to take risks with their health. Judgemental strangers don't fucking know shit about what's best for you. Turning down a significant source of pleasure on the hopes that you'll be rewarded for that when you're 90 isn't what's best for you. My grandmother is 90 and it's not nearly as good as everyone doesn't say it is. She's been literally begging God to kill her for the better part of a year. Fuck that. Use your liver or give it to someone who will.

Blue, hahaha, :) nice story, well written. You seem like the good type of crazy.

Are you using your liver? Can I have it?

I'm on a strict alcoholic diet to make foie gras with it.

>>>you think the opponents of obesity are against for the aesthetic reasons? like we just can't stand the sight of chunkers? no, it's more of a medical/logistical thing. but i guess one's sense of personal beauty should trump that. hey, i think dead kids are beautiful!

People don't mock fat girls because they're "opponents of obesity".
People don't promote a level of slenderness that is unhealthy and unrealistic for most women because they're "opponents of obesity".

Actresses have to starve themselves in order to get work on television. On the internet, it's worse. Really cute girls on youtube get comments about how incredibly fat they are.

Anybody else think it's possible that if we have a lot of obesity, and we have fucked up ideas about body image, the two might be related?

Here's an idea that's pretty complex, so try and pay attention. What If fat women could be sort of cute... you know, cute enough to talk to and not deride... but we could still encourage them to take care of themselves. What if we all tried THAT for a change?

There is a clear and definable difference between fat and obese. I'm fine with fat, I am NOT fine with obese. We've already talked about this really. I'm fine with a chubby girl being happy about her body, but if you are obese you should do your damnedest to heal your damaged body. It is a disease.

agree