Francesca threw down the BQ gauntlet with a short but deep (i.e. not unlike Francesca herself) fill in the blank. “I would rather be fat than…”
Frankly, I was a bit flummoxed.
I can’t help but believe that “Fat” and “Thin” do not have inherent worth. Just because Anna Wintour’s and Rachel Zoe’s eyes bleed in disbelief, it doesn’t make it any less true.
Sure we project a whole mess of values onto them (I had to present the results of a full blood chemistry test to one 96 pound woman who maintained that there was no way my blood sugar, sodium and cholesterol could possibly be lower than hers) but the words themselves, the states themselves, are just…there.
One is not, all things being equal, better than the other anymore than blue eyes are better than green. An underweight person might be viewed through the lenses of western culture as superior to an overweight one, but frankly I find that messed up and honestly pretty insulting.
Not insulting to me personally –I don’t care if you take a look at my size 22 self and swear to never eat a carb again, just pass me your muffin and scoot away with a quickness– but insulting to the people who are …what’s that thing?…when you don’t eat?…oh yeah, dying.
So to answer the question, “I would rather be fat than….”
Be one of the 854 million people who go to bed hungry, and not by choice.
Be one of the 16,000 children –one every five seconds– who will die from malnutrition today.
Be one of the 1 billion people living below the poverty line who survive (or very often don’t) on less than a dollar a day.
One dollar a day. Do you how long it would take to buy these redonkly fabulous and unsensible shoes from Georgina Goodman?
A really long time.