Hey, "Nosy, Judgmental, Fat-Phobic Girl/Boy"
Your eyes are slow, making their way up and down my body, and I see in them that familiar flash: "Fat. Girl." You think to yourself. I know that look. I've seen it often enough before.
Despite your best efforts, my body makes you cringe.
You pick up your pace a bit. I can always tell when a thin girl/boy is getting ready to lap me. Maybe it's an attempt to show me up. Maybe it's just the excitement and anticipation and making it around fast enough to get a good second look at the size of my ass.
I'm sweating so much my hair is wet. It disgusts you. "Why do fat people sweat so much?" you ask yourself. But you don't know enough about fitness and physiology to actually know the answer to your own question, so you move on. You run your 20 minutes before hitting the machines. Or maybe today it is the free weights. Sometimes, you run just long enough to warm up before that awesome TRX class you are heading into.
You're strong, and lean, and toned. I get it. I noticed you flex just a little bit more when our eyes locked momentarily.
Yes. In case, you're wondering, I'm impressed. Sure. Why not.
You know I'm working hard. And at least I'm trying, right? Even if I am not as awesome as you are...at least I'm trying...
So you smile at me. That sick, sweet, condescending smile of 'encouragement'. Sometimes, you even feel compelled to talk to me. To support me. To tell me "Hey, great job (fat girl)! Keep it up!" Sometimes, you've even gone far enough to notice that I'm holding a pretty damn good pace..."Wow, you're pretty fast! That's awesome! Great progress."
And then you go on your merry way, proud of yourself for showing such kindness onto you fellow (fat) human (sub) being.
Beyond that, I don't actually need your support or encouragement. And you are pretty damn presumptuous to think that I do.
You see, this 'adventure I have started' isn't a new one. I've been at this game a while. In fact, while I watched you run your 20 minute laps around the track, what you failed to notice was that I had started running before you. In fact, I had already clocked 7km before you ran past me, and continued running through out most of your weight training time. Clocking in at 15 km, with a steady pace of 6.5 mph, I'm not actually a new runner at all. I'm just not a thin one.
Here's what you don't quite seem to understand: The "gigantic effort" that it took for me to "show up here", 'face my fears' and 'bravely set myself in motion, in front of others'...well, it's only actually a gigantic effort because of people like you!
You are the reason I didn't want to go to the gym for a really long time.
You and the assumptions that you make about me.
Contrary to popular belief, I have not been living my life in a "physical state of numbness and passivity". Quite the opposite in fact- I have been raising two children under the age of five, have been living a wonderful and enriching marriage with my husband (yes, including sex. No, he isn't a "fatty" too...some men find women attractive for more things than just their body size), I have been working full time. I have been enjoying family vacations, drinking wine with my girlfriends, and generally living a pretty content and fulfilled existence.
No one who knows me beyond a fleeting side-glance at my sweat-soaked back would ever call me 'numb' or 'passive'.
These were difficult decisions...but not because "every hard breath" I take is easier than the one before, or because "every step is ever so slightly lighter" (in fact, neither of these are necessarily true. Running does not necessarily equate weight loss. And weight loss does not a runner make. And not all my breaths are easier now than they were before...because I am running faster and harder than ever...Which is also why I was sweating so much...but anyway...)
And I always was 'forward-looking' and I always knew that anything was possible. I learned those lessons in much more meaningful ways than weight loss. I learned them when I faced life or death situations, when I held my newborn infants, when I accomplished any number of the thousands of goals and dreams that I have had in my (fat) life. Heck, some of them even happened when I was even more fat than you think I am now. Crazy, right?
You are gross. And you are not a hero to me.
And all those people who made the resolutions to improve their health, and whom you never say at your gym again? Well, maybe you're the reason why.
Personally, I hope I don't have to run with you again. And if I do, I hope you'll spare me the saccharine niceties.
And one day, very soon, maybe tomorrow, you'll step outside and notice that there's a fatty running laps around you. And it will challenge your self-esteem, because you have spent your life determining your self-worth in relationship to my waist line.
You will not believe your own body has let you down, that your worldview was this fragile. And maybe...just maybe, a new horizon will open up for you. You'll see that you were being an asshole, and you'll begin to make changes.
In the meanwhile, please don't assume I need your support. I've been doing just fine, despite you and people like you.
Fool.