We all have a fat friend and I'm yours! This is my personal PSA to educate the masses on one who has too much mass.
This may come as a shock to you, but I know I'm fat. Please don't pretend like I'm not. I'm well aware of my scale tippage and BMI. So when you hear me comment that I look like I'm "pregnant with septuplets" laugh along with me. And while clothes shopping, when I see an outfit that I'll wear "when I lose an entire person," I actually mean it. I'm really not searching for compliments or people to lie and tell me I'm skinny. I'm just stating facts, be it in a semi-humorous way.
If I said that I really needed a trim because my split ends were bad, would you feel awkward and blurt out, "What are you talking about? Your hair is fantastic! You don't need to lose an inch!" No, you'd either move along with conversation (because talking about split ends is boring) or you say, "Split ends suck." Same thing with being fat. If I'm being frivolous about it, laugh and move on with conversation.
This isn't about fat shaming or skinny shaming or any other kind of shaming. It's about being honest with myself. I own my size. I own my weight. Am I always happy with it? Nope. But is it in my control? For the most part, yes. For me, it's less about worrying about how much matter I have and caring more about how much I really matter.
And my size has nothing to do with that.