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Usually the posts are about body image. Why? Because those are the posts that usually have bare body bits in the image attached to them.
- These plus-sized artists are redefining what it means to be a dancer
“‘Nothing to Lose’ aims to challenge the dominant perception of what dancers’ bodies should look like,” states a press release for the performance. “‘Fat’ is a powerful, little world filled with baggage and judgement. ‘Nothing to Lose’ questions the connotations and presents confident, embodied performers through the lens of lived experience, enlivened with text adapted from interviews with the cast.”
- I’m 45, Fat And Finally Know I’m Sexy
When I was finally able to relax enough to be naked in front of him, I wanted to understand why he wasn’t disgusted by me. I brought up the subject of a woman’s body type and asked him if he had always been attracted to plus-sized women.
For me, his answer was revolutionary.
My lover explained that body shape or size had nothing to do with his attraction to a woman. To him, a woman’s physical appeal (among other things like; sense of humor, chemistry, intelligence, etc.) was based on how she embodied her sexuality. He said that when a woman knows she’s a sensual being and is confident about her natural sexuality, it drove him wild.
- One Woman Documents Seven Years Of Her Changing Body In Stunning Nude Self-Portraits
Photographer Polly Penrose started her project, “A Body of Work,” seven years ago. She was inside her step-father’s factory, amidst an array of industrial machines and contraptions — inventions like tables built for vets to operate on race horses. It was there that she first stripped down naked and snapped a self-portrait.
The gesture initiated a years-long fascination with inserting her nude body into forgotten places. Penrose would seek out quiet locations, like abandoned houses and empty hotel rooms, and there she would photograph herself, stretched out from head to toe or pinched into fetal position. From 2007 to today, she’s documented the physical and emotional changes her form has undergone, from marriage to pregnancy to grieving loved ones. Each image captures a new relationship between body and space, provocatively challenging the concept of “fitting in.”
- I was fat-shamed by my doctor
You should see a dietitian to help you lose weight,’ says my GP during a consultation last week. I was seeing her about something completely unrelated to my body weight and I hadn’t even raised the subject.
I’ve just had a baby so my weight gain is most likely temporary, and I’m lucky that my body has always fit within the bounds of cultural acceptability. I can’t recall ever experiencing any weight-related prejudice before.
Despite this, being fat shamed by my doctor cut so deeply that I sat in my car and cried for about half an hour and then vowed I’d never return.
And before you say ‘Your doctor was just doing her job promoting good health’, think again.
Ok, the doctor should have at least taken the women’s weight and compared against previous times + look at medical record re pregnancy. Maybe opened up conversation with patient how she was feeling about her body post-partum and any problems on eating certain foods, exercise.
You know in Canada, pointing out any 2nd, 3rd health related matter that could use improvement…. is probably a bonus in 1 single doctor’s appointment. Nowadays too many family doctors (probably in big cities) require you to make a 2nd, 3rd appointment for every different health problem. (Smaller communities have enough problems attracting enough doctors.)
Don’t get me started. I have a sister who is a physician (and yes she did lose 50 lbs and struggles with this after 2 babies) who explained to me about this annoying multiple appointment situation.
I know my sister…she might actually gently try to simply find out with more questions from patient and after weighing, checking other things…rather overly worry about fat-shaming.
I worry if we become a society that can’t even listen to our doctors objectively and not take things so personally.
The last article struck a nerve with me. I went with my sister this summer to a very personal procedure with a male doctor she had never met before. I was there for moral support as I’d been through the procedure myself at near her age. However, while my sister was in the stirrups and completely exposed to this much older man, he pats her on the thigh and says, “We’re going to make sure that we get some good exercise and eat right to get to a healthy weight.” I immediately spoke up and announced that (what he should have read in her file before meeting with her) she has a pituitary brain tumor that has caused her to gain a significant amount of weight over the last two years and that she was taking medication to help with the tumor, but which also caused her to gain weight. She is truly in a situation where her weight is out of her control. He looked confused and embarrassed by the situation, but I was furious. I wanted to grab her and drag her out of there that moment. I don’t know if it was the protective instinct of being the older sister or the feminist in me, but I told her that under no uncertain terms was she EVER to return to that physician. We have since joked about the situation and I relayed the incident to my mother who is also in health care and equally infuriated by the situation. I think that more women need to feel empowered to speak up to their doctors. Just because they have that magic piece of paper and the white coat does not give them the right to belittle you in any way and especially not when you’re vulnerable and don’t have all of the information.