What Do You Think Of The Word 'Fat?'

Last night, I was thinking (as we all do at silly o’clock) and I some how got onto the subject of my eating disorder.

It’s not very odd for me to think off it but at first, a question was raised in my mind and then, I was aiming to think of an answer: ‘What do I think of the word ‘Fat?’

Obviously, when I first thought of this question, my immediate answer was ‘I hate it. I despise that word’ and personally, I don’t think I can change this sharp and honest answer. That being because the word has travelled through society and time, and transformed into something aggressively negative.

When I was younger, I had originally thought that the definition of fat was: you are overweight or obese. However, when I grew up and entered a bigger world, the definition changed dramatically - Somehow the word fat had fallen into the subject of appearance.

At first, that sounds a little crazy because of course the body is to do with appearance, but when you’re out shopping, your friend is trying something on, and they ask you ‘How do I look?’, You don’t aim to reply with ‘Well your bum looks great, your hip’s look very toned’.

It seems rather bonkers and that there (to me) is why it doesn’t fall into the description of your image.

Secondly one of the thing’s I love to do is make my friends or the people I love, feel good, and that does involve me telling them that they’re beautiful or they look great.

But it had got me thinking, there seems to be a need to call them beautiful - we are in a society where the only way confidence is delivered in one’s self is, by being told that we are beautiful.

It upset’s me that a compliment towards their intelligence or perhaps their kindness doesn’t stimulate them to the same extent.

I began to feel quite sad because this theory was incredibly true, even for myself - I do not consider myself even remotely attractive, unless I’m told by some one else.

But what is worse, is that beauty now falls under a great deal of things and when I’m not entirely certain of my beauty, I begin to question my own worth, my own fashion and my own weight. 

It completely daunts me that if I don’t appeal to the person who I desire or possibly anybody at all, it seem’s to wipe away everything else and gives somebody else the permission to discuss me negatively.

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It upset’s me to use such words because I know that it is what other’s crave, no not crave, need.

I for one do not mind calling some one beautiful, it’s a wonderful thing to be called, but I do not want to fall into hesitation because I know that when that word slips out of my mouth, people think it is to do with their appearance, not their entire existence.

We are living in a place where people are narrow minded, selfish and honestly, a little stupid.

We are in a world where things are ranked entirely wrong and I am pitying the development of this incredulous society.

How is it weight counts more then the strength some one has gained by battling a difficult situation?

How is it beauty is more dominant, then a man who has made a scientific discovery?

What would it be like if we were born to love, only the body and the face?

The difference is that, beauty and bodies fade; they change, they age and what will happen when all that has been entirely eradicated?

Should we simply resolve it by being born blind?