And while we ridicule people for being fat, we also turn around and say, “Real women have curves.” Those curves, of course, are only valid as long as they don’t go beyond some arbitrary point. That statement grinds my gears for many reasons. What about those of us who aren’t curvy? Are the rest of us Pinocchio? I get the intent—to empower people who are bigger and frequently degraded—but it degrades others in order to do it. “Real women breathe.” How about that? Don’t tell me that because I’m shaped like a twelve-year-old prepubescent boy I’m not a real woman. Screw that.
