My necklace reads “Vain” and you can buy one from Natalie Perkins at Fancy Lady Industries.
Image - a photo of my fat fingers holding a black No Diet Talk brooch.
They’re available for sale in my shop! Go get one.
I don’t often talk publicly about my body politics until I’m sometimes reminded that not dehumanising people for their bodies is a radical act in this beauty industrial complex we all live with. I don’t care what you do with your body, it is your body. If you want to be fat, be fat. If you want to be thin, be thin. If you want to be pierced, tattooed, or get cosmetic surgery, go right ahead. If you want to be hairy, be hairy. If you want to diet, diet. Wear what you want, and that includes tights as pants. I support treatment for body dysmorphia and disordered eating if the person wants it, but it’s none of my business. Neither is a person’s alcoholism or drug addiction or gambling problem my business. I think we can all help each other by loving each other, that should be the first step in addressing societal problems. (I believe the last “acceptable” prejudices we hold as a society are those directed at fat people, junkies, the poor, and trans people).
But diet talk - I don’t want to hear it.
I find diet talk boring, and also EXHAUSTING. It never lets up. Trying to negotiate a world where I’m supposed to believe I’m not good enough, or not the right size, no matter what I do, really hurts. Trying to negotiate other people’s body dysmorphia while trying not to compare my own body to whatever they define as “fat”, really hurts. Trying to eat healthy, nourishing food while women around me assign moral values to food and talk about their cabbage soup crash diet or whatever, actually turns me off eating. It makes eating near those people exhausting. I know it’s radical to many people, but shaming someone for what they eat, no matter what it is, is one of the most uncool things you can do. The same goes for shaming someone for their appearance and body, it is so hateful.
I am sure at some point in the future I will diet again, but if I do, I’m not gonna talk about it. I’m an interesting woman, I don’t need to rely on dieting as bonding and conversation with other women. I want to know their heart and mind and soul, not how many kilos they’ve lost or why they can’t eat a piece of cake because it’s “bad” for them.
Witness my greatest moment in graphic design.
My working day has been rudely interrupted by a real estate inspection so I decided to surrender to it and have a few larfs with my pals by elaborating on our secret ambition to have a band called The Elbow Crook Virgins with a line of greeting cards.
If you’re not Australian, you won’t know that Tony Abbott is a right wing politician who has a creepy relationship with his daughters who he insists are virgins.
An instrument of dissent.
Yep, fuck it.