I was damaged as a result of being a fat kid, certainly; however, what damaged me was not my fat, but the messages I received about fatness. I was damaged by both perceiving myself and being treated by others as inferior, an object, something in need of repair, and not a person worthy of basic respect. I was seriously damaged by the endless dieting, such that I grew into adulthood with absolutely no idea of how to eat in a healthful and self-aware way. I was damaged by the idea that so long as I was fat, my life would be forever on hold, as only thin people get to be smart or successful in life.
— Lesley at Fatshionista, writing on “childhood obesity”
I haven’t written much about my childhood here, partly because I’ve spent 20 years trying to get past it and partly because I don’t want to open the vein* that would probably be necessary to do so.
Thanks Lesley, for writing something that I wish I’d written.
*Metaphorically speaking. No actual blood involved, just tears.