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HOW DARE YOU CALL ME FAT
Mars from Chicken Dinner Candybar does her regular Fat Love Friday and includes Marie from Agent Lover.

Marie is put off by her inclusion on a "fat" list and tells Mars so.

Mars offers to take it down. Marie refuses. Instead, she proclaims on her blog, "oh haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaale no!

Chaos ensues in the comments about fatphobia, body acceptance, fashion sense (or the lack thereof), and kissing-up commentors.

Is Marie brave or is she overreacting?

(I'm in the comments and I know Natalie [the 'overreacting' link], so I am slightly involved in the wank aftermath. It's pretty obvious which side i'm on.)

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kaesa
2009-08-05 06:38 am UTC (link)

I've never actually dieted, because when I'm really hungry, I get to wondering what the people around me might taste like, and whether anyone would miss them. It's a really bad combination of cranky/angry/hungry/tired/stressed/depressed, and I am utterly useless at concentration. And if I'm stressed for long periods, my skin goes OMG LET'S BE RASHY AND ZITTY! YAAAY!

So I figure it's better for me (and everyone else) to be fat and happy than thin and depressed. But, I do work out when I can. It just weirds people out.

It's especially fun when my dad mansplained that if I just walked slowly for thirty minutes a day, I would magically be thin, even if I gave up the hour-and-a-half twice-a-week intense workout that was karate, and the hour-long three-days-a-week weightlifting. Along with the not-insignificant walking, hiking, lifting, and carrying I had to do to pass my academic classes and get groceries. (I bet it was all those fatty organic pears that did it.)

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