People talk a lot about medical studies, the ridiculous OBESITY HYSTERIA, and bigoted people. This morning, I’m just depressed. It all culminated while I was flipping through October’s Martha Stewart Living magazine. There is a full page ad for Boar’s Head meats, which are delicious, but…
Two thirds of the page is a picture of a child, having just taken a bite of a donut, complete with rapturous facial expression. Below the photo is a short passage used to create a sense of unease in parent’s minds abut what their child is eating.
“Do You Really Know What Your Kids Had for Lunch Today?
Did your daughter trade her lunch money for junk before she got to school? Of all the good choices available, did she manage to find a bad one? Kids are great at that. And with all the talk about obesity and type 2 Diabetes, you have every reason to be worried.”
Of course they use a female subject for the advertisement. Of COURSE. I am not being over-sensitive when I say women are the subject of severe scrutiny for their physicality from pretty much day one. Boar’s Head’s other advertisements (I found a few on YouTube) feature a more diverse group of children, but this particular one just cut me to the bone. It has a strong sense of paranoia in its marketing, and almost a “SAVE THE VIRTUE OF YOUR DAUGHTER” feel as well. You know what? I had donuts from time to time as a child. That’s not why I’m fat. Growing up, I was more active than most children are now. I was on the swim team, I played outside for hours (all day in the summer), and I didn’t own a video game system until I was in 7th grade. I wasn’t allowed to have one until then. I was still fat. I was still made fun of for being fat. Though, looking back now, I don’t think the kids had a problem with me being fat so much as it was an easy thing to use as a tool for punishing someone different.
Anyway, this advertisement just makes me so tired. I love my body and who I am, but to get up every day and go into a world where you are regarded as disgusting and irresponsible is exhausting sometimes. To walk into the Gap to look for gifts for people, and to be greeted with, “I don’t think we have anything in your size” gets old. I know these sentiments have been echoed in many a blog, but I don’t think I have ever uttered these things myself. I have always kept it inside, for whatever reason, and finally, today, I am tired and sad. To the majority of this nation, I will never be attractive. I have never had a local date/relationship, ever. Almost every guy I have met who has been interested in me has been in some remote area. At this point, it is irrelevant as I am in a long term, concrete relationship (which has been local in that we live together for the last 3 1/2 months of the 12 we have been together), but is it shallow to want to be attractive to others? It might be against the feminist or size acceptance creed, but it’s something I want.
I am tired of being considered unnatural and awful for what I am. It’s an awful feeling that no human deserves.