Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Fat fable....

"I look at my thinner self and think, 'how did I let this happen again?'," the talk-show queen says in the article provided early to The Associated Press by Harpo Productions.
"I'm embarrassed," she says.
"I'm mad at myself."

That’s reportedly what Oprah said. If it’s true then why the hell would you be embarrassed at being human? If you have ever been significantly overweight in your life - and I'm not talking a pound or two - then you know how bloody hard it is to lose weight and then keep it off. It matters not if you're a public figure or Mary Smith down the road. I have always believed that genetically you are screwed when it comes to weight. I have thyroid problem. I know many people have this. I take pills to control it and I have regular blood tests that indicate how much I have to increase the dosage. It's not life threatening. It's just a pain in the arse.

What annoys me is when people make generalizations about people who are overweight. It's like yesterday's blog - scroll down - where the assumption was made that because someone was blonde then they have to be a bimbo. Wrong. Nor is it correct to say that an overweight person is that way because they eat too much or are lazy. Bullshit. There is a cause for everything. Maybe, it's thyroid like me. Maybe someone exercises but their body is just at a point where it says - nope, I like you this way and I don't want you to be a size 2. Maybe instead of me, Oprah and everyone else feeling guilty about eating something 'unhealthy' for a change that we should work on being stronger and healthier rather than some ridiculous size that is perceived as “normal.” Who the hell wants to be normal?

When I was in hospital recently, I was weighed various times, as you are. I think it’s to keep your mind off the paper undies and socks you have to wear for the operation. Anyway, my BMI – not bloody marvellous individual index – was measured. They rated me overweight. Okay…whatever…I had lost a butt load of weight but label it whatever you want I’m still fantastic. When I got to see the anaesthesiologist (jeez that took me forever to spell) he asked me what I weighed. I told him. He said ‘that’s good.’ I said ‘no, apparently I am listed as overweight.’ He said – ‘that’s a load of rubbish.’ See? It’s all bloody subjective. If you are healthy why the hassle with numbers?

So, someone tells you you’re fat. Tell ‘em they smell. If they want you to feel bad, then make ‘em feel bad too. If someone tries to make you feel embarrassed by the way you look, look ‘em in the eye and smile for they will never have the class or beauty you have and you can only feel sorry for people like this. As my best friend Ethel and I often say when dickheads tell us rubbish like this – fuck ’em.
Go Ahead:Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?