Fat in the City
There I was travelling home alone from a fabulous evening with my fellow fashionistas looking spectacular in the subway window reflection. My feet purred (pain free!) in my sleek canary yellow felt heel by shoe goddess Charlotte Olympia and a vintage red dress courtesy of my local vintage store . Then all of a sudden this woman (yes woman!) plops herself down beside me and begins settling herself into the two-seater. Okay, so at this point I’m feeling her elbows digging into my rib cage like an arrow when she bellows, “You’re too fat for the fucking subway! I can’t get comfortable…you’re taking up too much space, fat bitch!”
There I was the victim of a public tongue lashing in front of 20 or more other subway passengers all of whom I may add did absolutely nothing to come to my aid. They sat their watching like they were viewing their favorite reality show.
I was so angry, I saw stars! I looked around and thought was this is a joke. And then after a few seconds I realized this was real. This woman was actually trying to fat shame me. As she continued to curse I thought was this my moment? You know, that moment we secretly all have: You’re in a bar and some strange dirt bag touches your ass and thinks you’re gonna like it. You turn around, and with superhuman strength, you pick’ em up by the neck with one hand and toss them across the room!
Dammit was this my moment? God, I wanted to hit her, I wanted to slap her in the face but I didn’t. I looked at her and said,” Don’t taunt me. Yes I’m fat and beautiful and if you don’t like it you can kiss my fat ass because I’m not moving.” Then she got off the subway and before the subway doors could close she shouted, “YOU FAT PIG, I’M A SIZE FOUR AND YOU WISH YOU LOOKED LIKE ME”. I was left stunned silent.
(Outfit) Dress: Vintage, Skirt:Winners (old), Shoes: Charlotte Olympia
Photo credits: Siddiqui Sight & Vision
So it’s been weeks since the whole subway fiasco and I’ve been reflecting. For a brief moment when this stranger called me fat, I felt like my secret had been exposed to the world — I am fat. Despite my spanx my fabulous designer shoes removable crystal encrusted shoe clip and all, the world still saw me as fat. And the truth is I am fat but it’s not ok to be fat phobic. Fat is an adjective it shouldn’t be an insult.
It’s easy to see why so many people feel insulted. Fashion designers will parade their “00” sizing but will rarely be able to outfit our “plus size” bodies. Essentially they are saying that our bodies are too plus, full figured, curvy, voluptuous or fat for their designs. The word tells us that fat means lazy ,sloppy, funny, unhealthy and definitely not fashionable.
To be honest ever so often I get on the subway slightly nervous and wonder,” Am I going to see that girl again? Will someone else insult me for being fat? If they do I’m going to tell them exactly where they can go. They can go to Fat In The City .com and they can kiss my fashionable fatt ass.