Out of the Park

When fat people, people who are fat, people look back at what they did to stay on the track dug for them, fighting their body, inhabiting the assigned role and to subsequently, to make ways out of said state, with varying degrees of success, I think we can safely say that we: Hit it out of the park.

We put in that work.

We did the experiment and tested it to destruction, [ours almost]!

We did the shifts, plus overtime and more, day after day. We worked hard. Not just the hard labour, but at the role, we submerged ourselves totally, we lost ourselves in it, method to the hilt.

Seeking to wander out of this mire has turned out to have been another odyssey in itself. As usual, swimming against every tide, like always because certain people think they own us, can mutilate and cut us at their will. They think they can make a mockery of us our true (hi)stories, mess up our bodies, minds and lives.

Yet, we've taken that on too.

And we have and are putting in that work there too.

Never forget, for one minute ever, what fat people, the people are capable of.

Live with this legacy in your mind at all times. Skip the bullshit, embody this energy, your energy, your will, this initiative, this refusal to be beat. It is yours. Own it. As much because no-one wants you to own or be strengthened by who you really are and what you've really done. 

It is that inspiring.

Those who wish to control you, to keep you corralled and trapped, so you'll beg them to cut mutilate, you and be grateful for it, certainly don't want that. They want you weak, scared, subservient, submissive, complaint, receptive to internalising their tortured language and pisspoor power plays.

It's up to each and every one of us to look at ourselves, what we actually stand for, what we've done and are still being asked to do and ask whether this is the best we as humans can do.

It most definitely is not.