This is why I have problems with the fat acceptance movement, because a lot of it is the “shame anyone healthy” movement.

Note that the woman being made fun of is obviously very fit. While her muscles aren’t extremely well-defined (which is hard to do for women anyway), her arms are full and her core abs are visible (and healthy). None of her bones are protruding anywhere. Those are called “abs” and that’s what they look like when you work out a lot.

But most notable, her Latissimus dorsi musculature is very pronounced, giving her upper torso even from the front that definite V shape that screams, “I work out a lot and in the right ways.”

In other words, she’s very fit, probably very strong, and unless she has some undetected physical problem separate from her fitness regimen, obviously very healthy.

Though I am sure I didn’t get it nearly as badly as a woman gets it, when I was in the army and I’d go back to North Florida where probably 70% of people are overweight and 30%+ are morbidly obese, I’d hear things like, “You are so skinny you are going to blow away.”

Yeah, actually, I was 25 pounds heavier and much, much fitter, but I’d lost all my adolescent pudginess and was all wiry muscle.

At one point I could run two miles in just over 11 minutes. I could do 115 push-ups without stopping. I was fitter than most people ever get in their lives. And yet I was shamed for improving myself, just like this woman in the photo.

It’s an interesting change in my lifetime as the percentage of overweight/morbidly obese people has surged, anyone of a normal and healthy weight (like the woman in the photo) is seen as aberrant and abnormal.

Fuck that. There’s a difference between acceptance and being a colossal wrong dumbass.

I know that I am not as charitable as I could be, but I’ve gone down the path after the army of being overweight verging on obesity, and it is in NO way more freeing, nor does it feel better, or lead to a better life. When 40% of Americans will experience diabetes in their lives, pretending it’s all good while their limbs rot off, celebrating corpulence just seems full of dipshittery to me.

Be fat if you want to be. I don’t give a fuck. But pretending that healthy people are anorexic and somehow flawed doesn’t lead me to supporting fat acceptance (which to me sounds like “giving up and surrendering to the diabetes”) and doesn’t make me give a shit about your movement or its goals.

I’ll always have more respect for the person who tries than the one who sits at home typing nasty comments while stuffing their face full of Ho-Hos.

If that offends anyone, well, get in line.