On fatness and humanity
My body is not a disease to be eradicated
I’ve been trying to write about the current landscape of anti-fatness and thinness obsession due to the skyrocketing popularity of GLP-1 drugs and their scorched earth approach to advertising. As always I am struggling to put my feelings into words but this time it seems especially difficult. Everything comes with a caveat. Yes, these drugs are increasingly being used by people who have no reason to take them, who were never the intended users. Yes, the marketing for GLP-1 drugs, both the brand names and the compounded version, is everywhere and it feels inescapable. And at the same time, I can’t entirely hate GLP-1s. I know that these drugs are helping diabetics and now it seems that they are helping people with chronic inflammatory conditions and even long covid. I refuse to throw the baby out with the bathwater when it comes to GLP-1s.
But I can’t deny that this class of drugs has ushered in an era of thinness (even amongst people who don’t take the drugs) that feels downright violent. How am I, an extremely fat woman, supposed to react to pharmaceutical press releases that beam about eliminating obesity altogether? So often I try to back up my arguments with evidence: links to medical journal articles, genuine news sites, etc. In a way it’s like begging to be taken seriously because people, and the medical community especially, are so quick to make assumptions and ultimately rob me of my humanity. As a woman of size, people see my body first and usually have their mind made up about me before I can even open my mouth. I keep these links and articles on hand as a way to say, “See? I’m not crazy. I’m not making it up.”
The thing is, people want to believe that this has nothing to do with them. They want to believe that size has a direct correlation with health and that as long as they can get down to the “ideal” size, they will be saved. They want to believe that they will always be healthy and independent and that those wishes have absolutely nothing to do with the colonial eugenicist ideals that have shaped our society.
Right now I don’t have answers, just questions. The World Health Organization and American Medical Association recognize obesity as a disease. I understand that the motivation behind this was to provide more support for people “with obesity.” But all it’s done is dehumanize us. Diseases are meant to be cured and eradicated. How does one eradicate a body type? Especially one that takes so many forms? What do I have to do to prove that my fat life has value? What do I have to do to be seen as a person and not an object of scorn?
The undercurrent of anti-fatness has always been violence and the current landscape of ultra-thinness has helped bring it to the surface. As GLP-1 ads are everywhere, our society has gotten the message that weight loss could be as easy as a single weekly shot. So of course every fat person should be running out and using these drugs as soon as possible. Never mind the people who don’t qualify for or can’t afford the drugs, couldn’t handle the side effects, or simply don’t want to take them. There is a kind of double layered anger towards fat people now: first, there is anger because we must have “done something” to get to this size, and now if we refuse GLP-1 drugs, we are “choosing to be fat.” I constantly see rhetoric saying that fat people don’t deserve to shop in regular stores for clothing, that we should be barred from air travel, and that we generally shouldn’t be part of society until we are at an acceptable weight. Much like the Ugly Laws of the Victorian era, people want us to be invisible, kept separate from the rest of society until our bodies are whittled down to the proper size. I’ve seen people go as far as to argue that fat people generally shouldn’t be comfortable or even allowed to eat until we are smaller (as if weight loss is simply a matter of calorie restriction). But where does it end? Who decides what the ideal weight cut off is for each individual? And once you have finally been shrunken down to society’s ideals, do you really think it will end there? Of course not. Control over body size can easily mutate into concepts of ideal body shapes and measurement ratios. After all, anti-fatness is rooted in colonial ideologies of what constitutes the ideal body (surprise, it’s being white and thin). Anti-fatness isn’t a slippery slope toward eugenics, rather it’s the first step of the journey. As long as this rhetoric continues, bodies like mine will continue to be seen as failures and aberrations. But I am here to tell you that my body is not a failure. It is not a disease to be cured. My humanity is not determined by a number on a scale.
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