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Body acceptance has acquired currency in feminist circles, but the gay community still has a long way to go in embracing plus size and poc bodies as desirable. I can’t be what I can’t see, and I really hope I’m not the only one who feels this way. Slim celebrity allies are put on pedestals. The gay zeitgeist has been thin and white for such a long time that the thought of challenging it weighs me down more than the two family sized pizzas I just demolished.īeige male torsos occupy queers spaces both online and offline. Is it my responsibility to change? Should I fight the status quo? Or does inclusion and diversity only matter in this world when it can make somebody money? I don’t fit the mould and no amount of inspiring Lizzo songs can fix that.
What other comparisons were being made about me? The teasing never fazed me but I think I internalised more than I thought. My slender legs were passed down to me from my Mum, and I love them still, but it got me thinking. I laughed with him, because it wasn’t untrue and I didn’t see the shade. Someone from church once told me I looked like Humpty Dumpty - large and round up top, but with skinny legs. I say I don’t like rides because I’m afraid of heights, but I’m really just scared I’ll break something. I’ve always towered over my friends and teachers.
This was weird to me because I’ve always loved myself plenty - it just feels like the world doesn’t. I never got the whole ‘nobody can love you until you love yourself’ thing. I would get excited when my high school crushes would talk to me - even if it was just asking whether my female friend was single or not.
I would have killed to feel a fraction of how they felt. I would never know what it felt like to be on the other side - to be loved and partnered. That was obviously never going to be my life, but a gay’s gotta try. The ones where the cute small-town journalist with big city dreams finds that her significant other (her goofy yet wise best friend) was by her side all along. It reminded me of all those Anne Hathaway-esque rom coms from the mid-2000s. I would be a shoulder to cry on for my female friends and occasionally the name they’d tell their parents when they were secretly out on dates. I watched my straight friends couple up throughout high-school. I spent my teens constantly numb and light-headed skipping meals to try to fit into the impossible body beautiful ideals celebrated in queer culture. I completed this erasure by erasing myself.