My Perfect World Wishlist
A post on my Facebook account became hopelessly mired in Intarwebz!Drama!! when thread drift happened. The drama part of it all doesn’t matter — not in the whole scheme of things. However, a person did ask the following question during the exchange: “How exactly does your perfect world look?”
Here is a snapshot of my “perfect world”:
For me to be able to walk down the street, while exercising, and not be in danger of being run over simply because I’m fat (and the high school girls in the car were yelling, as they came over from the other side of the street to try and run me over “You should call 1-800 JENNY! You fat ass, it’s your fault if you get hit because there’s not enough room on the street for my car to go around you!!!”).
For me to be able to go into most department stores and see a clothing section at least as big as other women’s clothing sections, and not be relegated to the basement, or worse yet, online-only ordering (I’m looking at you, my local Sears).
For clothing designers to actually design FOR my body type, instead of saying I’m too fat to fit their clothes. Also, to find clothes that are cute and stylish and pretty without breaking the bank.
For doctors to not look at me and automatically say, “You have high blood pressure because you’re fat” when my blood pressure read 124/82.
For doctors to not tell me that “an operation would be a good thing normally, but you’re too fat, so I’m never going to operate on you!” (Yes, actually, the first knee surgeon I saw told me that.)
For doctors to not automatically run diabetes tests on me at every well woman checkup just because I’m fat (despite having no other risk factors). The converse of that is for them to not automatically assume that just because a person is thin or normal-sized that they don’t ever have to run a diabetes test, no matter what the other risk factors.
For people to not tell me that, as a disabled fat person, I shouldn’t use the scooters at the store because “being fat isn’t a disability!” (And while I’m not in that position right now, there was a time, before my knee surgery and subsequent rehab, when I was having to use the scooters at the store and a wheelchair at home.)
For people to not come up to me in restaurants and tell me “That isn’t the best choice of food for you” if I’m eating anything other than a salad, and then to tell me “It’s too late now. If you’d been eating salads all along you wouldn’t be this fat now!” when I do eat a salad.
For people to not call me a liar about the exercise I say I do, just because of my size. I would love to never have somebody look at me in surprise because I can kick that high or hear my sensei say with shock in his voice, “I didn’t think you’d be that flexible!”
To finally see people who have completed one (or more) marathons get all the kudos coming to them, no matter their size, and not hear them told they were “too fat to complete the marathon!”
To not be accused of causing a plane crash. (In North Carolina in the early 2000s, a commuter flight to DC — I believe — had one fat person on it. In all the news reports, the “cause” of the crash wasn’t the overcrowded conditions on the plane or faulty equipment. No, it was the ONE FATTY who was on the plane who made the plane too heavy to stay in the air.)
To not be accused of causing global warming. (Seriously, back in 2008, a “report” came out showing how global warming and the depletion of non-renewable resources is all because for each fatty driving in their car, their weight caused them to use approximately 12 gallons more a year than a normal-weight person.)
For airlines to not keep reducing the size of the seats to where my friend can’t even fit into them comfortably (and she’s a size 6), but yet be told that because I am so damn fat that I have to pay for two seats — and THEN have that second seat I paid for given away to somebody else because the airline wants to get twice the price for that seat.
What do you think? If somebody were to demand you tell them what a perfect world would look like to you, what would you put on your personal list?