Kate is currently putting together an illustrated BMI project, to show you just how amazing, beautiful and unique we are, from “underweight” to “morbidly obese.” No two women wear their weight the same way, but if you embrace the number, you can wear it well, no matter what.
What I really love about this project is that it really shows you that the numbers are pointless. There are some amazingly healthy women who are considered overweight by the numbers on the scale, but they’re not. They’re healthy and lovely and active, and that’s all that matters!
So, embrace the scale and don’t be afraid to tell people what you really weigh. And if you want to join in the fun, e-mail Kate your own pictures at katesblog at gmail dot com! She’s looking for full body shots, if you’ve got them, and action shots are even better (got one of you skiing, playing tennis, or even *gasp* in a bathing suit???).
Check out the Illustrated BMI Project here!
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1:42pm, 18th September 2007: Guest Blogger Heidi: I Hate WLS — Here’s Why I’m Having It
I believe weight loss surgery (WLS) is dangerous, invasive, and overly performed. I hate that something created as a last resort has turned into magical cure-all for everyone over 200 pounds. I hate that it’s become so popular and hyped that people whose information is based solely on what they see on TV have no hesitation in suggesting it to complete strangers. But what if you don’t qualify? Gain weight! Go to Mexico! Find a less strict surgeon! WLS is the quick and easy answer! Because altering your eating and drinking habits for the rest of your life couldn’t possibly be something worth a second thought. I always have been and always will be highly, highly critical of weight loss surgery.
And I’m having mine next month.
2:39am, 19th September 2007: Feed a cold, starve a fever
We sometimes talk about listening to your body — what to do when your brain says salad but your body says Cheetos, or vice versa — as though life were a Cathy strip, where your stomach gets a thought bubble of its own. It’s much tougher than that. Many of us don’t even speak the same language as our bodies. The challenge is not necessarily one of listening, but one of translating.
5:38pm, 19th September 2007: The Obesity Challenge
You know, a big part of me doesn’t even want to know what’s going to come out of the conference in D.C. today called “The Obesity Challenge: What the Next President Should Do.” Bill Richardson’s already given us a taste, and I don’t much care for it. (Not fatty enough.)
2:02pm, 21st September 2007: Three Things
Well, I would argue that the focus should be on feeling better, regardless of whether you lose weight. You might gain it back, some people might never lose it in the first place, but nearly everyone can feel better if they exercise and eat a balanced diet. They just might still be fat.
3:34pm, 21st September 2007: Ma Moto Chhu
And the fact is, before this blog, most of my close friends didn’t know that I believed in fat acceptance (some didn’t know there was such a thing), or that I’d finally sworn off dieting forever. If the subject of my weight came up, most of them would just say I wasn’t fat — meaning, of course, that I don’t fit the negative stereotypes of fat people, and I shouldn’t feel bad about my body, two things that are true but still don’t make me not fat. But until last winter, I couldn’t bring myself to ever say, “Hey, you might want to think about why you associate the word ‘fat’ so strongly with negative characteristics you don’t associate with me, you can’t even process the thought of me as a fat person, despite the ample (HA!) evidence that I am one.”
4:47pm, 25th September 2007: A New Ally, or a New Frenemy?
So, I am verrrrry curious to read Gary Taubes’s new book, Good Calories, Bad Calories, after reading his recent articles in The New York Times Magazine (on the limitations of epidemiological studies — notably, our old friend Walter Willett’s Harvard Nurses Study) and New York Magazine (on why exercise won’t make you thin). Both are long and dense but well worth the read.
10:20pm, 25th September 2007: Cheers and Jeers: Anorexia ‘n’ Models Edition
That’s Isabelle Caro, a 27-year-old woman with anorexia, whose picture is being displayed all over Milan during fashion week as part of an ad campaign for No.l.ita, an Italian clothing brand. Cheers to Caro for bravely showing people what her body really looks like. More cheers to the cities of Madrid and Milan for banning starving models from their runways. And yet more cheers to No.l.ita for acknowledging the connection between fashion advertising and eating disorders — even if their website is still full of images of unusually thin, hypersexualized women who seem to carry all their weight in their hair.
2:39am, 26th September 2007: Pants, meet fire extinguisher
In the spirit of two very different body acceptance moves — Isabelle Caro’s bold anti-anorexia campaign and Joy Nash’s Fat Rant — I have another challenge for you.
Stop lying about your weight.
That’s it! There’s no time limit on this dare, no expiration. You might not find yourself in a position to lie about your weight any time soon, but I’m sure you have in the past. Whether it’s on a driver’s license, or while you’re caught in a gaggle of diet talkers, or if it’s just in your own head, stop rounding down. Stop fudging your clothing size. Stop thinking of yourself as the size you used to be. This body you live in? It’s you. It’s you today. It will not be the same for your whole life, and that’s fine. Part of fat acceptance is accepting who you are right now, this very moment. If you have never lied about your weight, or if you’ve already stopped: congratulations!
9:20pm, 26th September 2007: History of a “Fat Girl”
I was so desperate to hide what I thought was a gigantically fat body at the time, I made myself look 40 lbs. heavier. I was already a DD cup and probably only had like a 28-inch waist under there. Anyone familiar with my thighs can see a big difference between then and now, but other than that, I currently give the impression of being not much bigger than I was in that picture — except I’m actually a hell of a lot bigger.
And a hell of a lot happier with my body, I might add. In fact, if this makes sense at all, even as a self-identified, semi-professional Fat Chick, I don’t think of myself as as fat now as I did back then.
10:48pm, 26th September 2007: Go Guess The Rotund’s Weight and Height
It’s mentioned in comments on Sweet Machine’s latest post, but I wanted to put a plug up top for The Rotund’s guessing game, ’cause I’d like to see as many people as possible participating...This is The Rotund. Think you can guess her height and weight from that pic? Go give it a shot.
1:08pm, 27th September 2007: Bingo!
Oh my fucking God, this article by Sally Ann Voak is precious. It’s a nearly perfect distillation of every dumbassed myth and stereotype about fat people, with a heapin’ helpin’ of woefully ignorant judgment. I kinda want to bronze it, it’s so perfect. (By which I mean, it might be triggering or infuriating to some, but it’s so over-the-top, it was seriously the best laff I’ve had since someone guessed that The Rotund is a size 12/14.)
10:50pm, 27th September 2007: Rotundity Revealed!
And I made a graph of all the wrong answers!
4:36pm, 28th September 2007: Favor?
Hey, any readers with a BMI of 35-39, would you be willing to send me a full-body shot of you and let me post it here? I’ll tell you why later.
9:56pm, 28th September 2007: Stop, Drop, and Roll
So, I mentioned on the Stop Lying about Your Weight thread (among other places) that I was making my best guess at my own weight (170-180), but I haven’t stepped on a scale in ages, for the sake of my sanity. But then I started thinking, well, what if I’m underestimating my weight and therefore being part of the problem? So for the first time in a looooong time, I actually wanted to know the real number, for a good reason. Unfortunately, I still didn’t have a scale and wasn’t about to go buy one.
But today, when I took Lucille to the vet and had to weigh her, it occurred to me to ask if the doggy scale could hold a person. The answer was yes. And it turns out my pants were indeed on fire.
11:37pm, 28th September 2007: Illustrated BMI Categories
Please note that because the point of the BMI project is to show how fucking insane the cut-offs are, I’m generally only using people at the very low end of their categories for that. One exception is the awesome Fat Girl on a Bike — and in a swimsuit! — Sarah, rockin’ the morbid obesity category. Action shots like that are most welcome (though I am trying to keep things worksafe, btw). Basically, anything that clearly busts a stereotype, beyond just “I’m fat AND pretty” — ’cause you’re ALL fat and pretty, except for the ones who aren’t fat — is what I’m looking for for that. (Oh, the other exception is the obesity category, because I stopped dividing it into 2 on the Flickr page, but I’m still including both ends of that category. I’m going to do a big post on all this at Shakesville soon, in which all will be explained.)