On promoting obesity

Back in May, I accepted an invitation to record a segment for Media Take, a show on Māori TV that looks critically at media and social issues in New Zealand. They invited me on to talk about representations of fatness in the media. They extended this invitation, even after I shared that I wouldn’t participate if there was to be an anti-fat person on the panel. They seemed a bit taken aback by this (as well as by my scoffing at their suggestion of balance; how many obesity stories do you EVER see that are balanced?!), but agreed.

The segment panel
The segment panel

I’m assumed we’d talk about how fat people are represented in the media (as either headless fatties, thank you Dr. Charlotte Cooper, or as people who hate themselves, fuck you The Biggest Loser, Embarrassing Fat Bodies, Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition, shall I go on?)


And I assumed the host and/or other panel member will drag out the standard, ‘But doesn’t showing fat people as anything other than hideous miserable bastards promote obesity?’


And I gotta say – I am so sick of that question.

I’m over the idea that not hating myself means that I’m glorifying or promoting anything except my right to live my life with dignity.

I’m tired of people failing to understand that my fat body tells them nothing about my lifestyle choices, my health status, my life. And that it’s all none of their business, anyway.

I’m bored by the notion that my fight for civil rights is perceived as dangerous by those who find my fat body displeasing or uncomfortable to look at.

And I’m done entertaining the illogical thinking that celebrating my life and who I am means I want everyone to be just like me.



The danger is in promoting only one kind of body. One type. One size. One colour. One shape. When we turn on the TV, or open a magazine, or watch a film, where are the fat bodies? The bodies of colour? The queer bodies? The trans bodies? The bodies in wheelchairs?

When the only way you see yourself  reflected back to you in the media is in negative ways, or tragic  circumstances, imagine what that does to a young child growing into themselves. Or a teenager, learning who they are. Or an adult, trying to make their way in the world. That’s the danger.


And listen- who here really believes that seeing me, enjoying life & not hiding in shame, is going to make others go, ‘Gosh, that looks awesome! I wanna be super fat too!?’

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If you’d like to watch, my segment starts around 10:40

(You’ll notice that we didn’t talk about fat people on TV at all; I was clued in while watching the package that opened the segment. Luckily, what we did talk about was in my comfort zone, and I was able to switch talking points quickly.)