[Content Note: Fat hatred; weight loss talk.]
This Facebook message, penned to "the fatty running on the [redacted] track this afternoon," is described by Kayleigh Dray as "seriously inspirational," without a trace of irony:
Only in a world where rank fat hatred is routinely masked as compassion could this shit be described as "seriously inspirational," and could its author claim without being laughed off the planet that there is "no condescension" in hir gaze.
A gaze that looks at a fat person and presumes to know what made that person fat; what motivates that fat person has for exercising; what that fat person would do if only "there were bleachers on both sides"; what that fat person must be thinking and feeling; a gaze that includes seeing a body with an "ever-shrinking mass" of fat "begging to be shaken off." The gaze of a person who believes that a fat person will definitely give the tiniest infinitesimal shit that zie thinks "you fucking rock."
You know, a lot of fat people are already quite certain that we rock, in whatever we're doing, without a thin person having to give us their stamp of approval.
I wouldn't presume, unlike the author of this "seriously inspirational" piece of shit post, what the fat person running around the track feels about this message. I will, however, say that if this message had been written about me, the only thing it would inspire in me is a cringing aversion to ever running at that publicly identified track again, knowing there is some asshole staring at me and judging me and measuring the amount of sweat on my body and thinking my public exercise regimen was theirs to use in some grotesque broadcast of how super awesome and magnanimous they are to the
Thin people, we are not yours to use as inspiration. And our lived experiences are not yours to appropriate. You are not welcome to pass judgment, negative or positive, on us. You don't know our stories by looking at us.
I don't know a single thing about the fat person running on the track from that Facebook entry. I do, however, know an awful lot about the asshole who wrote it.
[H/T to Marilyn Wann.]
UPDATE: Via Ridley, here is the self-identified runner's response: "To the Man Who Judged Me on the Westview Track."