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Fatty in Eshakti Pt.1

November7

Yesterday Jeanette and I headed up to San Francisco to catch Virgie Tovar‘s lecture on Intersextions of Fat Positivity & Sex Positivity at Good Vibrations. Well, we were very late. You see, parking in the city is a pain in the ass and well, we spent a good twenty minutes trying to find parking and by the time we did we’d probably missed a good chunk of Virgie’s talk. Bummer. But we went in and the fabulous ladies at Good Vibrations were so kind and helpful and welcoming and even escorted us back to the lecture so we wouldn’t feel weird being so very late.

I wish I could tell you all about the lecture and what I learned or took away from it, but to be honest, and more likely because we’d missed nearly half of it, I have nothing to report. The other ladies that were in the lecture were new to Fat Liberation/Acceptance and I was a little surprised by this, but in a happy way since they were very interested and seemed to want to hear more about it. Always a good thing! And I am learning to be more comfortable telling people about this blog. So far so good.

After the lecture, Jeanette and I stuck around the back room to take in the, um, uh…sights? Ha-ha! Well, the room was covered in crocheted penises!!! It was quite distracting. As someone who in fact crochets I was quite interested on a detailed level, too…but it was funny to be surrounded by it all:

 

There were just so many…everywhere!!! Ha-ha! Some were frilly, some plain, some, um, firm and some soft and it was a delight to look closer and see the individual adornments of the…pieces! Ha-ha! I’m a twelve year old sometimes, sorry.

After snapping some pics and grabbing a business card of the artist, we shopped around the actual store and we both found some new fun things to try out. I may even do a sex toy review again, yay!

Then we high-tailed it out of the city and to a bakery for a bite to eat. It was just so nice to hand out and chat with Jeanette. Even if we missed the lecture, which was a bummer, I still had a great time. We chatted and carbed out and checked out a fancy goodwill store that I swear I will return to. Oh yeah, and I wore one of my new Eshakti dresses:

 

The one I’m wearing is here, but it looks like they took the blue color down. No worries, it’ll probably be back. Little tip, if you see something missing from one day to the next, try just typing in “dress” in the search box and everything will come up. Not to say that they still don’t discontinue things, but I think they reorganize and stuff often and some things get lost in the shuffle. I love this dress, I chose the custom option for 7 bucks as I always do, but it’s always worth it! The cardigan I got at a swap, the boots are from Avenue last year and the tights are actually teggings from Re/Dress.

I highly recommend Eshakti to anyone, anywhere. Invite a friend over, bust out the measuring tapes and take each other’s measurements. It’s fun! And having your measurements on-hand makes online clothing shopping sooooo much easier. I have another dress I haven’t worn yet and another on it’s way…so exciting! Remember, I was the gal who hadn’t worn a dress since high school. I at one point felt I didn’t deserve pretty things or shouldn’t wear dresses for a number of other reasons. Thanks to Lesley Kinzel and my fashion idol,  Nicole, not only do I wear dresses, I rock the hell out of them!

Remember, I stopped giving a damn and now do what makes me happy…don’t  you? Thanks for reading. <3

Step 1: Stop Giving A Damn

November3
I saw this graphic on Tumblr yesterday and it sparked a little thought so I figured why not just go with it?! This will be the first in a series of things that have helped me, I believe in, or people have asked me to share. Basically, things I do or think or whatever that have helped me be a better person, activist and positive fat lady.
Step 1: Stop giving a damn!
Stop giving a damn about what other people think of you, how you look, etc. Just stop giving a damn and do what feels right. Go to the grocery store in a tiara. Paint giant hippie flowers on your car, it’s fun and if you use poster paint the rain will wash it off in a gorgeous display of runny-rainbow-ness! Stop giving a damn about what your family thinks, too, while you’re at it. They know how to push your buttons and you theirs. So it’s already an unfair battle and it can certainly feel like all out war at times. It’s not worth it. Just think of the pain and misery and energy wasted on giving a damn about all of that?!
If you can’t get behind this straight off the bat, fake it until you make it! Play the role of Blanch Devereaux from the Golden Girls. Strut your stuff and don’t worry about who is or isn’t watching. Walk through your campus quad with an air of Elizabeth Taylor or the bounce of Debbie Reynolds. Sashay your way to a better day with only the RuPaul way! Get your diva on and watch as people turn their heads to take you in like a desperate drink of water on a 100+ degree day! Soon you’ll find that this role suits you just fine and you lose the need to pretend anymore. You’re holding your own head high, and you stop looking behind you, wondering who is snickering or pointing or judging.
There is no greater waste of time or energy than worrying about the perception others may or may not have of you. You can’t control them, you can only control you, so stop giving a damn and love yourself today. Pick out a theme song and if you don’t have access to a player, sing it in your head, hum or sing it out loud. Who cares? You don’t! May I suggest Mika’s “Love Today” or “Big Girls You Are Beautiful” or my theme song, by Della Reese “Come on a my house.” Pick your song and work it all day and night long! Strut your shit and have so much fun with it! Buy a big floppy hat and sunglasses and force people to wonder who you are! It’s none of their business anyway…you just keep walking by with that tune in your head and a smile as wide as Nebraska!
Think of a motto to help you let things roll off your shoulders. “Whatever’s clever” or “wouldn’t you like to know” or “that’s nobody’s business but my own”…find some phrase that  give you a little strength, that allows you to walk away gracefully and hopefully empowers you, too.  If someone shouts some slur at you, turn on your heel and shout as loud as you can, “Ignorant Coward!!!” and turn back to whatever you were doing as though it didn’t happen. I’m not saying you should bottle up your emotions, quite the opposite. I just think that we allow people to get the better of us and waste it on them. It’s no good for anyone. So stop giving a damn!

Step 3: Keep Going

November2

This is the third in a series of things that have helped me, I believe in, or people have asked me to share. Basically, things I do or think or whatever that have helped me be a better person, activist and positive fat lady. Check out  Step 1 and Step 2

Step 3: Keep Going
Sometimes, this is the hardest step. For me, this week and right now, it is very difficult. But somehow my current reality has proven the point for me. I woke up yesterday, right before a big interview, with terrible and inexplicable back pain. That interview may have been the hardest one to get through yet and not because of the usual stuff, just the pain itself. But I did it. As I was getting ready I tried to just put the pain out of my mind, as hard as that may seem, and focus on the tasks at hand. Getting dressed was possibly the worst bit. When I couldn’t lean let alone bend forward, pants became a problem, but my previously planned outfit that included teggings or tights would have been far worse. So, with much swearing and many funny sounds coming out of me, I managed to get into my old business wear and pearls and get to the interview on time.
I spent the rest of the day and night in complete misery, but I got through that interview, dammit! No one can take that away from me! And that to me is the point of  “Keep Going.” Even when it’s hard, even when it hurts, even if you wanna give up, sometimes you just have to find it in yourself to keep going. “Don’t let the bastards get ya down!” Right?! Because no one can make you keep going, no amount of cheer-leading will give you the nerve or the strength or the will to keep going, I do believe that you have to find it within yourself.
I’m in no way discounting the importance of support, this is vital, but it’s not a given. Some of us don’t have our support systems set up yet. Some of us still struggle with blood related family and haven’t found our chosen family yet. That is okay. You’ll get there. You just have to keep going, you just have to believe in yourself and know that you are worth every ounce of effort. I know I keep telling myself that I’ll be okay, the pain will go away. And isn’t it funny that I woke up this way and didn’t injure myself doing something silly or wild or fun?! Ha-ha!
So, I may randomly yell obscenities and bizarre sounds without a care to whom may hear or what they may think, but dammit, I must keep going! For myself and for fat liberation and it will get better. Life is too short not to. And shit, it just goes to show that you shouldn’t hold yourself back from doing those silly things since you can wake up with an injury just as easily, eh?! Ha-ha!
Step 1: Stop Giving A Damn, Step 2: Do What Makes You Happy and Step 3: Keep Going! Bust out that cape or Tiara, strut your stuff to your theme song and just Keep Going!

TMI Tuesday…It’s Baaaaaack!

November1

Some of you are bummed, but you’re not alone. I’m bummed, too. I love Tank Top Tuesday. But I received no submissions and I am in far from photographic condition at the moment.

Today’s TMI Tuesday topic is Family Shit *TRIGGER WARNING for family politics and lap band discussion*. Specifically, my family shit and recent developments. Nothing not safe for work that I can think of. Please share your thoughts and experiences in comments; as always this is where the action happens! Ha-ha! If you know me, are a member of my family or would simply rather not know about my family issues, I ask that you please come back on another day. Thank you so much! =0)

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Some back story: My dad and his wife are fat. This is his second wife. I believe my dad has high blood pressure, cholesterol, not sure what else, but also a very big belly. He’s a school bus driver and believe me the perfect career for him. He loves kids and is a beyond safe driver. His wife has diabetes type 2 and hepatitis, but I’m not sure which type. I have very little contact with them presently due to the endless lies and manipulations I get from his wife and the fact that he goes along with anything and everything she says and does no matter how ridiculous. At one point my entire family did not talk to me for three years and was left out of my sister’s wedding because of her lies. Her story kept changing, too. I kept asking why and I kept getting a new story. I don’t believe that I have ever done anything at all to offend this woman. In fact I let her legally adopt me as an adult as a gesture to her and my dad. Ugh!

So last week I get a bit of a frantic instant message from my sister asking that I talk to our parents because they are being pressured by Kaiser to get the Lap Band in order for them to lose weight. *HeadDesk* I knew they had been considering it and that Kaiser was all gung-ho about it, but hadn’t heard anything in awhile. Also I am not talking to them because of the above bullshit. So I write them an email for my sister and hopefully to give them some informational resources so that they can make an informed decision rather than just doing what they’re being told to do by Kaiser.

I am writing to you out of the blue because my sister is very concerned about both of you possibly getting weight loss surgery/lap band.
I understand that you are both adults and if you want to risk your lives for vanity’s sake, that is your prerogative. But might I ask who will care for you both while you’re recovering? What changes have you made in your lifestyle prior to considering such drastic measures?
You see, people keep dying from these procedures but it’s not in the news because of corporate control. This may sound like a crazy concept, but it’s true. Pharmaceutical companies not only pay a lot of money for their marketing -if only they spent that amount on actual research and trials- but they also sponsor medical schools and hospitals. Kaiser’s “preventative” medicine is a load of garbage. They are preying upon your fears, and it sounds like they are doing fabulously at it.
If you do any research on the subject you’ll find that there is little to no follow up on patients after one year. When they do get in touch you find mostly unhappy and very ill people. People who cannot go a single day without vomiting. People who have had more surgeries as a result of the first. Lap bands slipping or worse, growing in and around organs. People who have had to spent 6-9 months in bed because they can’t manage more.
The truth is that most gain back all of the weight they had originally lost and then some. Top that with the added health issues caused by the procdure and you’re trading this huge risk, your health and possibly your life…for nothing.
Lap Band nor WLS will not cure any of your current health conditions. Don’t believe me? I urge you to check out http://www.lindabacon.org/HAESbook/index.html it’s written by a local expert, Linda Bacon PHD, it has changed my life and improved my health.
That is what this is about, right? HEALTH? Because if it’s for anything else, you’ve been bought/sold/paid for long ago and nothing anyone says will prevent you from doing this. If that is the case, so be it. Just say the word and you won’t hear from me again.
I happen to be a bit of an expert on being fat. Funny thing, I’m also healthy. It’s not an oxymoron. It’s more common than you’ll ever know because we’ve all been marketed into feeling shame and guilt over our bodies by the 64 billion dollar diet industry. I feel no shame or guilt for my body. I’m fat. I’m healthy and happy. Our bodies are not perfect thermodynamic machines. It’s not a case of calories in versus calories out. It’s never been. We are complex masses of neurons and whatnot. If you want to feel better, get healthy and stop hating your bodies? Read “Health At Every Size.” It is not a diet book in any way. It is about listening to and trusting your body to do what it already knows how to do. It is about re-connecting with your own instincts and body and getting to a healthier you.
Doctors in my opinion, are a bunch of ignorant, power-hungry, greedy assholes. They get all of 20-30 hours of nutritional training…I’ve had more than that. They see fat as a disease. Funny, fat people have been around for thousands of years in all areas of the planet in all aspects of class/wealth. Why is it suddenly a disease? Because they changed the Body Mass Index a few years ago and overnight a million people went from normal to overweight or obese. The word obese alone is ignorant and filled with hate. Obese directly translates: To over eat. Yet I don’t over eat. Studies have shown that most fat people <in the medical world will always be known as obese, the bastards> in fact eat less than their average sized peers. What’s up with that?
Stigma. That is what is up with that. Stigma, hate, guilt, shame, ignorance….The American way, no?
In  the end it’s all up to you. But My sister is very upset and wants y’all to live long and healthy lives. Only you can choose the healthy option. Only you can seek the truth underneath all of this bullshit marketing. Once you set back and see it for what it actually is, you’ll see that the problem wasn’t what you were told all along. It was never your fat.
And before you even go there, yes I know that for every “lap band kills” article there is a “OMG my life is awesome because of lap band” article. You  have to get to the actual science/studies. Follow the money/sponsorships and the truth is there.
Some blogs that will help or get you headed in the right direction:
http://suethsayings.blogspot.com/ 
Anything on this one: http://junkfoodscience.blogspot.com/
But these would be a good start:
http://junkfoodscience.blogspot.com/2007/02/selling-elective-surgery.html
http://junkfoodscience.blogspot.com/2007/10/jfs-special-latest-research-on-actual.html
http://junkfoodscience.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-evidence-that-bariatric-surgeries.html
Feel free to hit me up for more links/resources. I have friends who are best selling authors on the subject.
I just hope that you make a fully informed decision.

My dad did not respond, as per usual, his wife did:

Dad appreciates your opinions. But as we said in an earlier email, it is for health reasons & physical reasons, NOT VANITY. I could care less about the damned body mass index. You are right there. It’s a load of crap. What I want is the physical ability to do things I’ve not done in years, square dance, roller skate ( I used to be a very good skater) throw a baseball with Dad & eventually Daniel. I want to reduce my diabetic medications & NOT become insulin dependent. That is important to me. For Dad it’s a day free of knee, back & ankle pain. Fewer pain killers, fewer other daily medications. To be able to NOT hurt walking or going up the stairs of his bus, or even the steps at home.
We will go through the classes we need to attend, get all the information possible & finish the process of education.
And so today I responded with this:

You say it’s for health, but the lap band only makes your stomach smaller. It won’t magically make you lose weight or improve your health. It’s also banned in most European countries due to the horrible “success” rates.

If you feel that you overeat to the point where you lose control, perhaps you should consider seeing a therapist who specializes in eating disorders. Because that is what overeating is. A lap band will not change that. It will make you feel sick, it will make you vomit if you eat even a little too much.

But it will not improve your health or mobility issues AT ALL. If you can’t square dance and things like that now, how do you suppose the lap band will change this? I’m talking about the science part here. How can forcing you to eat less suddenly make you feel better or move around more? Are you prepared for the very long and complicated road to recovery…just to get back to normal?

I urge you to talk to actual people outside of Kaiser who have had this exact procedure and ask them what it feels like, what the recovery is like, what has helped and what has hurt them as a result of getting the lap band.

If you honestly believe you eat so much that the only way you will ever get healthier and become more mobile  /maybe ask yourselves why you stopped doing the things you want to do again in the first place\   please consider a therapist first. They can help you change your relationship with food. Also the book I mentioned in my last email, again, has helped me and so many people regain trust in their bodies and heal their relationship with food.

But please think about this. Because scientifically, it makes no sense at all. Would you restrict and otherwise healthy kidney? Liver? Pancreas? So why your stomach? What has your stomach done to specifically fail you? I just don’t understand the point, ya know?

As for dad’s pain, have you considered eastern medicine? I’ve had wonderful results from acupuncture when I had horrible back pain from a job I once had. I’m going to go back for my knee pain and I have no doubt that it will help. Again, how can restricting your food intake help with this?

Oh, well. I won’t bother you about this again.

It is very frustrating. But I feel a bit of relief having gotten it off my chest a bit. By not talking to them for awhile I realized that I had never told them about fat acceptance/liberation. How could I? My dad freaked out when I told him I couldn’t eat red meat anymore. I mean FREAKED OUT!!! You’d have thought I told him I was a cannibal. So yeah, fat acceptance wasn’t a forthcoming topic. As an activist it was extra hard. I would probably have a much easier time talking to a complete stranger about this stuff, in fact I have and so I know it was. Ha-ha!

I am not really looking for critiques on my above emails since they’ve already been sent. I may have been wrong on some of the info, no worries. They won’t look any further than their own backyard for information. They don’t give a shit about my opinion or facts or science. They have been duped, plain and simple. My issues with them run far deeper than I can get into just now. But getting this lap band shit out in the open will help me. Keeping it to myself has been difficult, especially when so many of you have been so supportive of me through some tough imes. Thank you for that and for being you!

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Body/Fat Activism…While Drunk!

October31

Oh man, I had the greatest, craziest, most fun weekend! I danced, I drank, I got all dressed up, I drank, I danced, I laughed so much my guts are still sore and that is awesome, and I drank some more! Oh yeah, I also did a bit of body/fat activism, even in my far from sober state…on two different nights! Y’all would be so proud of me!

The first one happened as we were walking out of the club on Friday night. It was very late. Not only did we close the place, but they were practically kicking people out by this point. I was with my gals Jeanette and Nicole and we were for sure feeling on top of the world. We were walking out when Nicole started talking to this gal we’d admired the dress of earlier that evening. Can I just say how awesome it is to compliment people when the least expect it? It is! Anyway, this gal had on this beautiful rainbow colored dress, sort of a terrycloth tube dress but in these amazing and lovely colors. When I saw Nicole talking to her my big drunk mouth had to step in on their convo. Ha-ha! I told her how much I loved her dress and kept looking at it all night. She was super nice and even said where she got it, sadly I have forgotten. But then she made a comment about how if she were more confident she wouldn’t be wearing the purple shrug she had on.

This is where my big drunk mouth actually came in handy and made me proud. I said to her while handing over the business card for my blog, “I write a blog for fat people. On Tuesdays, I feature fat girls baring their arms. It’s called Tank Top Tuesday and it’s fantastic. Please check it out!” Her response, “Well, if I see other people doing it I konw it’ll help me to.” WOO HOO!!! When I turned around Nicole and Jeanette were beaming. And I was all like, “spreading’fat acceptance all over the place, even when I’m drunk…Awwww yeah!!!” because that is pretty much how I talk when inebriated. Ha-ha! The rest of that night, well, I’ll wait to show ya the pics, it was so much fun and so very needed after the shitty week and shitty b-day I’d had. Bah!

The next night my husband and I were invited to a friend’s party at a comic book store. I hope that you are able to support your local comic book store, they are awesome places y’all! Anyway, I was a  bit nervous because A. I don’t really read or follow comics except for Lenore by Roman Dirge and whatever Jhonen Vasquez might be working on and B. because I didn’t know anyone at the party except my two BFFs and my husband. Yikes! It’s funny because pretty much right when we walked in I began talking to the sweet and smart and talented gal in a Bleach -the anime- costume. She had these beautiful hair sticks with tiny origami cranes in them. I asked where she got them and then she proceeded to not only explain that she made them, but also made two micro ones for me, too! Her name is Kat and she is a delight, I tell ya!

Then the alcohol started flowin’…into my cup! After that I was Ms. Socially Fat once again! The costume theme was Joss Whedon characters and being that I don’t and haven’t watched anything by the man and previously unaware of a theme, as were were getting out of the car and walking to the comic store I said, “Oh! Well, I’ll just be Fat Willow from Buffy” since I adore Allison Hannigan. Ha-ha! Funny thing, my BFF Perry was already there and dressed as Willow from Season One of Buffy. Ha-ha! I won’t tell you what he was doing with a child’s backpack the entire evening, but I’m pretty sure I’m scarred for life!

The party was a super blast. I was excited to go mostly because last year  P and J went and that’s all they talked about for the next three weeks and I was bummed and felt left out. So I jumped at the invite this year. The fat activism comes in when P and J were bickering about something, but in a joking way and P said to J, “you’re a big girl” and J responded with, “Oh my god are you calling me fat?!” Major stink-eye from me, but he didn’t see. Later as we were both chatting with some peeps I said to him on the side, “don’t think I’m going to let that fat hating bullshit slide, my friend. Oh no!” He looked ashamed and embarrassed. He gets it, but he still struggles. We all struggle, I get that, but to fat hate/shame while standing right next to moi, his BFF?! Um…HELL NO!!!

Later, while talking with Tressa, she had a plate of cookies and made a joke about being bulimic.  I explained instantly and without a pause that that is some wrong ass shit to joke about. She kept the joke going by saying joking about it makes her feel better about herself and I continued about how many struggle with eating disorders and you just never know who you’re hurting. Funny thing, later that evening she told me that she’s struggled with an eating disorder for eight years and actually has a blog about just that. I was surprised and gave her the business card to my blog. Then a few other peeps around us asked for one, too. I started to explain what fat acceptance is all about and Tressa thought that she wouldn’t fit in or something and I explained that no, people with eating disorders and their survivors fit right into FA and we’re all fighting the same fight. It was such an interesting conversation, especially when others chimed in. It was so positive. I felt so passionate about it I hadn’t realized that the small circle around us were all looking at me. Oops! Heh-heh…So anyway…

Another very late night of being very drunk and laughing a lot, no dancing though. But such a good time. There are plans for a karaoke night with some from that party…I cannot wait! They were such fun and smart people and I need more of that in my life…but don’t we all?! I was surprised at how fearless I was in the fat talk. It was harder I think  for me to say anything to Jery than it was to talk to the others, but that’s how it goes sometimes. And all who took my card that night insisted that they would check it out. So why am I always embarrassed to tell people I’m a blogger? Ha-ha! Good times.

Big surprise, Sunday night we stayed in and took it easy. Ha-ha! I gotta give my body time to recover after all of that fun and drinking. Whew! No plans for tonight, really, but we’ll see…Happy Halloween to you and yours! <3


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