“my soft dimply plushy fat body will wear spandex, and booty shorts, and crop tops, and low cuts, and floor length skirts, and big sweaters, and tank tops, and body suits, and loose fitting shirts, and jeans, and anything else i want. My body and what i should wear will not be assaulted, or a subject of discussion between you and your fucked up programming of what bodies are allowed to take up space and what bodies are allowed to be show or seen or exposed. Me wanting to wear what the fuck i want SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BE RADICAL. What the fuck. I dont want to be assaulted and insulted everytime i see some fatphobic shit on my timeline. it fucks up my spirts and hurts my heart to think that at any moment, some one might feel so disturbed with my clothes that they DISREGARD MY HUMANITY AND AGENCY and just take a picture of me. Post it without my permission. Thats terrifying. #getfree”
- Imani Inami
Yooo, This has actually happened to me. I called the person out on it and asked if they’d like a better picture. They didn’t say shit. I don’t get it. Truly
This happens to me often. I can’t stop, or “call out” all of these people from photographing me. It’s way too many. Especially because most of the time they are in a group and I am alone. People around them think it’s funny too and join in. The few times I have had a chance to call people out they act violently and i’m socially awkward a lot of the time anyway. It’s like being fat, and with an added unashamed fatshion sense is like being some sort of hated celebrity who is viewed as a freak to be mocked by the ignorant masses. Mixed in with misogynistic, harrassive behaviours that are elevated towards said fat person. I just hope the photos were decent at least. I know I looked good, but that is beside the vital point, which is made in this quote.
Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.”
You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, “I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.”