But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:
Just plain icky
So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat."
Kate Harding (via shakethecobwebs)
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had a thin friend tell me this, etc., etc. etc. You refer to yourself as a “fat chick” or something and they become visibly uncomfortable, “Aw, no you’re not. Don’t say that,” like you’ve just put yourself down and they’re seeking to comfort you. Well, this is it. This is why.
que al llegar tomó un cuarto imaginario
sin dar ninguna fecha de partida,
que no subió equipaje, ni hizo nunca
preguntas sobre el paso de los trenes.
Un huésped que pagaba con la exacta
moneda de la vida y fue saldando
su cuenta temporal, día tras día,
hasta el justo momento de su muerte."