I have a weird confession to make: I loved being fat! Over the weekend I got rid of the last container of my big clothes that no longer fit me.
Over the past year I have lost so much weight that I’ve gone from a size 16 to a size 6. As I was packing the clothes up I thought back to the me I was when I could fit them, how I felt as a size 16 woman, and a rush of emotions came over me.
Growing up and throughout my teen years I’d always been a “skinny girl.” Being called bony and skinny felt mortifying to me, and the smaller I was, the less I felt I had a right to exist. It also disconnected me from the black American side of my heritage because it meant I lacked the highly valued “thickness” of having ample booty and breasts.
At 16 I was a size zero with AA bra size. I was thrilled when I got pregnant at 19 and grew supple, full C cup breasts filled with yummy sweet milk. I also got hips and my booty popped out and I LOVED how I looked. Sadly, after nursing my son, my breasts shrunk back down to A, now with stretch marks and less perk, and my body eventually settled in to about a size 4 or 5.
I had two more children in my twenties but due to my vegan diet at the time I gained barely any weight with either of them and after each birth went back to my body’s set point. I was left with about 120 pounds, very sagging B cup breasts and was a size 5.
Then, I had a fourth child at 32. During that pregnancy I gained nearly 60 pounds, developed gestational diabetes but my breasts were swollen to a whopping DD cup! Needless to say I was ecstatic! My ass could rival any hip hop video girls’ and I didn’t care one bit about the belly that came along with it. After I had that baby I lost none of the weight. I actually didn’t want to because I loved my breasts and behind so much. I allowed myself to remain plus size and embraced it. Finally feeling bonded with “big girls” everywhere. I felt ripe and juicy. I still got tons of compliments on my beauty, my body and overall sexiness. I attracted both men and women who told me they loved my curves and worshiped them. I finally felt like the voluptuous, matronly and rubenesque goddess I always thought I should be. My whole life I had lived as a fat girl in a skinny girl’s body!
For five years I carried around an extra 50 pounds of post baby weight, happily and proudly! When I lost the weight last year it was not intentional but a result of a number of life stressors. I tend to eat more when I am happy and relaxed (fat and happy)- and when I’m stressed I lose my appetite. So over the course of about 3 months last fall, I was so stressed I literally dropped 40 pounds. Losing that weight actually made me feel more depressed. My beloved breasts were diminishing and my butt was shrinking. Everyone noticed and made comments that were humiliating and embarrassing. I wasn’t prepared for the weight loss, so my clothes were falling off of me and the last straw was when a coworker said, “you look like you are wasting away.”
You see, I’ve always associated size with power. Being a big girl I felt a sense of empowerment and somehow more of a right to exist in the world. I felt I took up more space on the planet so somehow I was entitled to more of everything. Plus there was just more of me to love! As I watched my beloved curvy body shrink rapidly, I felt remorse and started to actually lose my self esteem. I know this all sounds crazy because of how many people out there are literally dying to be as thin as I am naturally, but what I learned is that it’s all in what makes YOU feel good about YOU.
As I finished packing my big clothes, I smiled fondly at myself as a fat girl. I LOVED those years and had many great memories of lovers and admirers and just really enjoying my own lusciousness. Nonetheless I am back to a size 6 now and I am re-learning to embrace my body as it is.
Overall I have learned that we each need to define what beauty is for ourselves and not allow the media or the outside world to tell us what looks good or not. I am resolved to love myself at zero, 16, 6 and everything in between. I am also learning to appreciate the beautiful array of human body shapes all over the world and the remarkableness of our ability to change and mold them in to whatever we want.
May we each behold our beauty in our own eyes.