Accepting the fat
Saying “I accept I’m fat” is not the same as saying that I’m giving up. Or that fat is good. It’s about acceptance. It’s saying I’m ok as I am.
Fat acceptance is saying that fat people are ok – as they are. Fat is simply a word to describe. It’s not got any negative connotations for me.
Health, is determined by many things, good and bad. Exercise. Food. Sleep. Alcohol. Drugs. Activities that you do, or are involved in. Mental health factors in there too of course. There are just so many ways that people can be deemed healthy or unhealthy.
In my past I’ve been told that I twist my knee, I need to lose weight. I have a car accident, and hurt my back, I need to lose weight. I have carpel tunnel, I need to lose weight. All these things have been overcome. And not by losing weight.
Recently I’ve been under the care of a dietician. I logged all foods I ate. My sugar levels. My exercise and activity levels. In the end, my diet was better than a heck of a lot of people. My exercise levels were good. She talked about each person having a weight that was their comfortable body weight, and how for some people that might be more than for others. She inspired me to keep eating right, and exercising, and playing with my kids. She urged me to start loving my body, and who I am.
I’m learning to accept the fat – and I’m a good person, and damn it – I don’t care what anyone else has to say.