Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts on social media anti-fat people and also links to pictures on the lines of ‘how unhappy I was because I was so fat’. While I’m not denying your truth, there’s ALWAYS another side to the story and here is mine.
I barely remember myself as thin, which I was for a very short period of time. I always remember me as being big, something which never really bothered me. The only time this was an issue, was when I used to go shopping with mum, which result in numerous tantrums. And yes that definitely was not comforting or happy. But, no, I never used to run home and stuff myself.
A lot of people tend to link obesity and bullying. But believe me, I was severely bullied on a daily basis but my weight was not an issue. My sexuality, my effeminate side, the beauty spot on my right cheek- were always picked on. In such cases I used to cry and hate myself but I never used to run home and over eat. I’ve leant a lot from this: I had instantly developed a thick skin, I found a group of friends that supported me and loved me for who I was and I came out to myself and to my friends and teachers. I made it a point to show those straight bullies that IS and NEVER WILL BE anything wrong with being gay. Being gay doesn’t necessarily mean listening to girl bands and obsessing over Sex and the City and fashion, what was important was that I was a human being, I was a 14 year old student aspiring to go to College and University and get married and have a nice car …
Despite my weight, I never held back, I pursued my dreams of musical theatre and dancing. I did Stagecoach for three years and I embraced it. I used to look at my classmates during dance class who were skinnier and taller and had longer legs but could not stretch out and flex and my tummy and I, we used to kiss the floor! Even when I later in life, I started dancing again for fun, I embraced that floor and those high kicks!
I am not saying that being fat is healthy. However, some of us fat people are in fact healthy and eat healthy food. My problem is that I don’t exercise and if I do I would easily shed off the weight. Almost two years ago, at the age of 24 I started my PhD, and soon after I was suffering from fatigue. This August, I decided to go to the doctor to get some blood tests done. I was delighted to find out that I was healthy- very healthy, blood, cholesterol, sugar, liver function, everything is fine. i am healthy. You find that funny don’t you, that the fat ones are healthy. Yes granted we are not gym and exercise obsessed as our health stereotypes but we are also healthy.
I’m sorry to say but you guys that post how horrible being fat is: you are bullies, and you saying that you were oppressed: how can you link that only to your weight? There are other factors leading to that. Yes, I was very lucky. But I am fat and I am proud. I am healthy and I love eating healthy food. I don’t run to the next McDonalds screaming.
Being fat does not define me neither does being gay. Just because I used to dress up and used to wear make up or wear women’s clothes doesn’t make me less of a human being. What about your porn video, you social drug use, your threesomes and orgies, your cheating, does that make you less of a human?
I am Luke Galea, 25, fat, doing a PhD, living in Cologne, moody as hell, jolly as ever, suffering from depression, book obsessed, a boyfriend, a son, a brother, an uncle, a feminist, a pop culture love. This is how I define myself and I encourage you to do the same. With all my flaws, I love myself and believe in myself.
And if you are reading this and you are fat, you tell the next person who calls you ‘fat’ or ‘ugly’, tell them no: ‘I am beautiful’ because you are: your face, your smile, your eyes. You are beautiful. And the good news is that there are people other there who will find you attractive and sexy. I know this, because this happened to me.