This post was originally attached to the entry below, but I separated them because it is worthy of a discussion.
This was said by a local fashion blogger on Twitter this morning:
@demiCouture: fat is never going to be fabulous, so stop pretending and get over it
Fat Hate makes as much sense to me as being anti-gay – my body is of no concern to you, so why does it make you so angry? There are enough things on this planet that make me feel less than human; why do you have to add to it? I already know you can’t market Mama Cass – what could possibly be the point of bringing me down further?
Doesn’t everyone deserve to feel good about themselves? Or is self-confidence solely the domain of the 2 dimensional?