When I was younger, one of the worst things that I could be called was fat.
I knew I was fat, but hearing someone else say it, in a benign way or a teasing way, made me feel extremely vulnerable. As I grew more confident and learned to appreciate my body, I learned that fat was just an adjective. I'm petite, I have dark hair, I'm funny, I'm nice, I'm determined, and yes, I'm fat.
Fat describes me, but it does not define me. I'm way more offended by these things...
When a stranger looks at me a certain way whether I sit in the seat next to them or not.
The fat-shaming is written all over someone's face when there's that one, cramped seat on a busy train and I walk through the door. It's the look of "you can't sit here" and it hurts. Even if I don't want to sit there!
When it's assumed that I eat nothing but junk food.
I love a good vegan meal, thank you very much.
When expectations for me are different — especially professionally — because of stereotypes about my size.
Any boss who thinks I lack confidence because of my weight to do a job better look out — because I'm coming for their job, since they obviously don't deserve it.
When it's assumed that I don't work out.
When men fetishize me for my size.
If a guy is sketchy about introducing me to his friends and family...
...and I know it's because of my weight.
When Facebook and Instagram censor plus-size bodies by deleting photos that don't violate terms.
*SCREAMS, NEVER STOPS*
When people say, "You are so pretty for a big girl."
HOW IS THIS STILL HAPPENING????
Not being able to dress in the same trends as my straight-size friends because plus-size fashion is still very limited.
See also: Not being able to SHOP with my straight-size friends because my size isn't carried in any of their stores. Awful.