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obese retreat

2005-07-11 / 12:07 p.m.
the retreat was a success again. attendance was smaller but (pun intended) we still had tons of fun.

friday night it was just me and N, we made home made brownie batter ice cream, watched a jane pauley show with some fat spokespeople-(ironically using the dove campaign for beauty). it's great dove is doing this for us-(please note some sarcasm here), but i still have a sneaking suspicion that the purpose of the product line is still to make $$. i'm just happy they are using real people in their ads. we ended our night talking about how fat discrimination parallels the holocaust and took a big soak in the hot tub. we also decided to reclaim 'obese' and encouraged each other to use it the way 'phat' has been used in the past. please note the examples:

-i just had an obese orgasm the other night

-did you see that obese blueberry? it isn't gonna live very long because i'm going to eat it.

-her attitude is SO obese

-if i work overtime this week, i'll have an obese paycheck

saturday we were joined by A (who had to bring her 20 month old daughter along, a moderate pain in the ass, but a great lesson in my future parenting efforts). we all shopped in nashville looking for things in art that were fat. i made a committment to take all the time i spend self-loathing and channel it into a power for good. i counted every single fat woman i saw. it was a pain in the ass to check off every few minutes on my little scrap of paper, but the effort paid off: in a span of four hours, i saw 114 fat women. not chubby, not with a 'belly', but FAT. apple shaped, pear shaped, and barrel shaped. that's an average of 25+ fatties an hour. the point was reinvesting my energy in finding sameness in the world, instead of marinating myself in how 'different' i am, and therefore not worthy of any good in my life.

in shopping news, i found an adorable pink glass pig ornament to hang in my bathroom and a whale cookie cutter. i also scored a fat lady ceramic container-(she's wearing an adorable leopard print scarf). we ate dinner at maldonado's and i had a couple obese bean and cheese burritos. we went back to the guest house and used washable paint to ink up our bare asses and made 'butt-erflies' on butcher paper. it was fun to use my badonkadonk to make some great art. we soaked some more in the hot tub, and then looked at fat girl porn mags: big butt, juggs, and voluptuous. we gabbed at length about how comforting it was to see women in a pornographic context that had bodies like US, sans airbrushing. it was empowering (and arousing) to see ourselves.

in closing, the retreat served its purpose of re-energizing myself with fat positive energy. i was reaffirmed that it doesn't matter if i weigh 160, 180, or 200+--that i'm still a human being capable of bringing great things to the world. fat isn't a death sentence: i'm entitled to good health. being skinny isn't a guarantee i will have a clean bill of health, and chances are if i DID weigh 120 like i'm supposed to-(i weigh 175), i would still find something to hate myself over.

the group of us have decided to start an anti-anti-obesity campaign. we're gonna revert to old activist tactics of planting good will and pamphlets everywhere making us as visible as possible. hell, you can't miss us; after all, we're fat.

wait...we're OBESE.

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