I’m definitely what society at large would consider plus sized considering I fluctuate between a 12 and 16 depending on how well I’m doing at the time cutting calories down to nothing and doing some kind of exercise in between. It’s been that way since high school. It’s who I am, and it’s been a long, hard-fought war with accepting myself as is and with the fact that I’m never going to be thin. I have this shape and this body, and as long as I work actively to be healthy, I’m okay with it (most days…okay some days). I try, anyway.
But what the fuck is plus-sized anyway?
I’m fine with the terminology, I guess. It helps some people on their journey just like reclaiming the moniker “fat” has helped others while still different folks prefer to say they have fat and are not fat. I just don’t get what we’re actually trying to say with that particular phrase “plus-sized.”
Is it a normal body plus some extra?
An acceptable body plus some pounds?
Plus some extra fabric for our clothes?
Is our fat our plus one on our invites and R.S.V.P.’s?
Plus what exactly?
“Plus sized” has never exactly come with a positive connotation since fat people, women especially, are constantly shamed about even a few extra pounds by men whose egos are overinflated and whose constant struggle in life is calling women sluts who won’t give them what they think they are owed. The more people fight for the right to be respected no matter how much they weigh, a right to take up space and exist without being shamed for something that’s often out of their control, I can’t help wondering what exactly we’re adding on here when we say “plus.”
I. Am. Not. A. Human. Plus. My. Extra. Weight.
I am just a human being with all the complexities that comes with it including a little extra weight over society’s standard definition of “normal.”
I don’t bleed adipose cells.
I don’t have high blood pressure or high cholesterol, and it’s no one’s business if I did.
I’m an offense because I exist.
I deserve a space in this world.
So I might just reframe plus sized. I’m a human being plus some extra love, plus extra kindness, plus extra awareness.
I am woman plus fire.
I am feminist plus magic.
I am me plus a raging hard-on to topple the patriarchy.
I am everything your mama warned you about plus a caring, loving mother myself.
I am flawed in so many ways plus a little side of perfection.
I am enough plus a handful of sass and a nice ass. Rhymed intentionally.
I am the universe in one curvy, soft body—star stuff plus wit, sarcasm, and coffee.
Yes, I have fat, but I am not nor will I ever be a human plus your punching bag, verbal or otherwise.
Sit. The. Fuck. Down.
This was my 3rd time back with Sunday Confessions, a blog challenge hosted by More Than Cheese and Beer. The links to the other submissions can be found below. Feel free to join in--the link is open all week. Our prompt is "plus."