Opinion: Lizzo accused of sexual harassment and fat-shaming
Lizzo Da Stronghold Against Ozempic
The year is 2023, and fat women have not only fully embraced their bodies, they’ve made them a whole identity. Who is a fat lady you ask? Well, she’s the hyperexpression of feminine features. No wonder you can’t help but stare.
These women have developed incredible defense mechanisms that act as a literal barrier between them and reality.
In a brief moment of overperforming self-love, they tell you that the mere observance of a fat person who’s simultaneously in love with themselves invalidates the entire experience of a leaner person.
Isn’t it an incredible waste of energy to be at war with your body dear reader? To put it through physical exercise and a steady diet of whole food. If we all stop trying everybody’s a winner, right?
Wrong.
Reaction formation is real. The celebration of anything that is the opposite of universally recommended metrics works in much the same way.
While it’s easier to pretend that we’re having the opposite experience, I highly doubt fat people are the exception to the rule when it comes to how most people handle criticism.
Being fat became a virtue
Before her lawsuit became public you weren’t allowed to criticize Lizzo for valid things without being accused of borderline fat-shaming and fat-hating.
But then again hating Lizzo because she’s plus-sized is about as illogical as loving her because she’s plus-size.
Lizzo represented the opportunistic trend that models to us how not to make ourselves smaller. She represented a faction in the body positivity movement that hopes to deter people from trying to get leaner.
In fact, after Adele got skinny she repeatedly assured her fans that she wasn’t trying to escape fatness. It was almost as if she knew that her body size was all she was regarded for.
A sick little movement huh?
Conclusion
It looks as if Lizzo didn’t have to budget her daily calories before they fell her like a tree. Nobody likes a walking contradiction, skinny or otherwise.
I was once overweight. At my highest, I had a BMI of 25, and it crushed my soul daily before I was able to get back to my normal weight. My friends and relatives had told me how good I looked, but my ears registered white lies.
The politics of weight gain are severely personal, but it’s almost as if nobody cares after the fact. Not even Lizzo apparently.
