It's been a while since I last blogged, but my little brain was conjuring up all sorts of marvels and now I feel that I am ready to start writing again. Confession number one. cuddly, curvy people, 'not fat, big boned' it's genetic', you know them, the kind that always spill over onto your seat on public transport, breathe really heavily and eat like their lives depended on it while swilling a diet coke. well this is about them and my recent admission to being fatist.
I think a lot of this stems from the fact that I was one chubby kid, my brother likes to refer it to the 'Monica Days'.Fast forward to 2010, I am a shadow (a smaller one) of my former self, in the physical sense anyway.
Never to be one to make such a confession without the research to back it, Instead of the pro-anorexia sites, I have been looking at Pro-fatty and there have been some gems (mostly American lesbians but still) see the pic of them?aesthetically pleasing? Ich dont think so..
Scientific researchers, not my kind, I research important things like Jordan's chances of getting pregnant, kerry katona's weight and whether or not Lindsay Lohan has snorted another gram...anyway clever people found that the mere sight of someone who is overweight can trigger feelings of disgust and nausea similar to encountering rotten food because we associate it with disease) so I guess I'm not alone...
On the other hand Hollywood appears to love fat people, or fat suits at least. stick Eddy Murphy in a fat suit and insert fart noises and your on your way to a box office hit. Look at Shallow Hal and Mrs. Doubtfire and the mere thought of John Trovolta dressed as a woman in Hairspray is enough to make me want to choke on my skinny lattee.
ps. sorry fattys.
