I am sick of it. And why am I telling you this? Because KT Hopkins has reared her head again this week. Doing what I can only refer to as fat shaming. Because, presumably, she has nothing better to do. For the past four months she has been filling her face to put on weight. And now has been parading her new body across the media and explaining how she ntends to lose it all again just as quickly for a documentary. The point of the exercise, to her mind, to show us fat people how easy it is lose weight.
She claims she now hates fat people for making her do it.
Oh do fuck off.
KT nobody made you do it. The only fat thing here was a pay cheque wafted under your nose by your agent I suspect and for the lack of anything else to do you decided to accept the challenge. The idea that fat people made you do this is offensive. You decided to do this. For your own reasons. Most of them starting with £ I imagine.
It is not your job to prove anything to fat people. What I would like you prove is that you can stay away from my telly or newspaper.
What it proves KT Hopkins is that you ate cake, stopped eating cake and will now go back to eating lettuce.
Its akin to me getting shit faced on Friday night, declaring I have given up alcohol when I wake up with a hangover and telling an alcoholic on Saturday morning that it’s easy to stop drinking. Or snorting a line of coke off a coffee table at a middle class dinner party, declaring I will never do it again and going round crack houses and telling them pack it in and tidy up.
Life isn’t like that.
People don’t just stop doing something because somebody else doesn’t like it And they certainly can’t when it comes to food. If it were that simple there would be no Weight Watchers / Slimming World / Slim Fast etc. We wouldn’t need organisations like these because we would wake up one morning, say “damn it I will be thin by Christmas” and instantly fall in love with couscous. Losing weight is damned hard work. The failure rate for people on diets is huge. In fact, some would say there is research to say diets don’t work full stop.
There are all sorts of reasons why people are fat. Some are genetic. Some are environmental. Some about control. Some psychological. Some are because some of us just like cake.
Some people are genuinely happy to be the size they are, whatever that size is.
Whatever the reasons KT it is not your place to shame fat people into feeling shit about themselves. You feel it is your place to judge somebody else? Truly. It is not. Really it is not. If it were our place to judge then I would be telling you that your children look like three of the most miserable children I have ever seen and that maybe you should think about them a bit more. In fact, I blogged about this very thing a while ago: Ranty Friday about KT Hopkins
And actually, define fat. The fashion industry seems to suggest that a size 12 is fat. High Street stores might suggest it is a size 16. Society might think is a 20. The woman herself might feel at 22 she is not fat.
On the opposite side of the fence we have anorexics that are a size 6 thinking they are fat.
It is not your place to decide what is fat. Or to make people feel shit about themselves because of their size. Something I addressed in another blog post with that other fat shaming trollop Samantha Brick when she declared that fat women were a failure: Being a Fat Failure.
It featured my arse
That photo shoot was part of me trying to feel good about myself and what I dont need is you coming along and telling me what I need to be. I am who who I am. And the world judges me on who I am as a person, on how I behave and the things that I do, not by the size of my arse or the number on the label in the back of my pants.
I don’t need your validation of how I should look thank you very much.
Can you not see how destructive your constant belittling of women is?
Why do you want to live your life just being downright mean? I don’t get it. I really don’t understand why you are so constantly nasty to women.
Just please stop. Whatever your reasons for this, and believe me I have several theories about why you are like this but will refrain form putting them on paper, please stop it.
Now, if you will excuse me, there is a Hob Nob in the kitchen with name on it.