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Rant for Love Your Body Day

October 18, 2006

How ironic..I was thinking of Love Your Body Day as a time to put some kind of wonderful-smelling lotion on myself or sit back and enjoy some wonderfully sensual movies (I may yet have the chance to do that when I get home). I truly didn’t dream that I would have to try to convince a member of a Fat Acceptance Blog that fat women and fat people are beautiful or that Fat Rights should be celebrated along with Love Your Body Day!! 

It is a good sobering lesson for me, though. We have a lot of ground to travel. Old attitudes toward beauty and toward fat people die very hard.  The media saturates the airwaves and net and print with admonishments about fat being bad and with the unbelievably wrong and pernicious junk science that has already been disproven, but that they still trot out with such enthusiasm, often because Diet Centers and Fitness Centers and pharmaceutical conglomerates advertise on all of these media.  And it is very very difficult to contradict a lifetime of dieting brainwashing and the wonderfully simple, entirely wrong equation of “People get fat because they eat too much and don’t exercise enough.”

But we have to keep on fighting. Otherwise even more people will die from BLS complications and from incorrect and lazy diagnoses by bigoted medical personnel. Otherwise superbly talented people will never be encouraged to raise their voices in literature, drama, music and art.  Otherwise it will still be considered okay to make fat people uncomfortable.

I like to think of “Love Your Body Day” as a *real* Independence Day for women of all shapes and sizes. May our diversity sparkle and light up a nation.

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Love Your Body Day – Four Poems

October 17, 2006

Love Your Body Day, October 18, celebrates the bodies of women and the right of women to love their bodies as they are, in whatever shape they appear, and to be comfortable and happy in them.  Here I feature four poems by people in FPS, Fat Poets Society, that celebrate the beauty of the bodies of fat women and their right to enjoy them.  Two are by Lesleigh Owen, one is by Kathy Barron, and one is by yours truly, Frannie Zellman.

 Enjoy and revel in the wonder and beauty of fullness!

Frannie 

Mirror, Mirror

 An earthy, breathing image
 of wonderland
 like nothing Rubens ever painted.

 I turn my head and see her:
 Drowsy, sated, fat goddess
 lying on her side,
 breasts straining toward the soft tousle
 of hotel bed covers,
 reddened eyes spilling into mine,
 laughing, her teeth inside her sore red lips
 and above her chafed chin
 as white as the
 puckered expanse
> of kneaded bread dough belly.

 I reach toward her
 and she toward me,
 clasping each other’s smooth, cool hands,
 we whisper giggling, sisterly secrets
 above the gentle hiss
 of falling water.


> by Lesleigh Owen,
> written 10.14.6, copyright 2006
 

 

Ceres 

 

Autumn’s smooth, puffy bronze cheeks,
 salty sweet chin
 Gently creaking sounds of awakening,
 Bones groaning like the cracking
 of a rusty cellar door,
 Autumn, with her dusty-wheat-scented breaths,
 whose round, curving, gently drooping body
 polishes the world into
 smooth, gray contours

 Her eyes,
 like newly-discovered amber
 with never-popped air bubbles,
 warm the room like vanilla-scented candlelight
 as she envelops the world in her
 spicy rolls of flesh

 Summer’s not the time for me:
 Sunlight that casts angular shadows in wide-open mouths
 No more feeling the scrape of sand
 sloughing over my dense curves,
 trying to whittle down my folds of flesh
 into smooth, plastic expanses of cookie cutter skin
 No more poppy-scented laughs
 that chime like dissonant dinner bells
 and abrade my delicate ears

 Bright white light
 Take away my sight
 Thin, hungry, sweaty bodies,
 arms shaking, smiles flaking, biceps quaking
 Frozen in flashes of sunlight on teeth
 False idols of perfection
 that die before they can ever
 live a full-bodied life

Autumn, that sweet, round, wise, dangerous old woman
 arrives slyly in her orange, Cinderella-like pumpkin —
 as round and majestic as people —
 tossing dried, crackling, russet leaves like confetti or candy:
“Throw me something, grandmother!”

Autumn: Happy, crisp, nutmeg, rounded season
 My mouth opens and closes in happy little O’s
 over words like “orange” and “clove,”
 circular, bouncing words,
 round, rich, and warm.
 Leaves bend and snap beneath my ponderous weight
 while the scent of earth weaves like cinnamon
 through my sinuses.

 Yawning, indolent light puffs gently through
 twisted branches and desiccated leaves,
 shining golden orange
 like heaps of buttered, cinnamon-scented, steaming mashed yams
 or lightly-oiled strings of spaghetti squash

 Walking this cooling, linear stretch of sidewalk,
 I am tempted to bite into the toothy, yellow winds
 that crease around my body like well-starched sheets,
 to jump high and far,
 passing through the low-hanging laundry
 snapping in the sky,
 jump miles away from all scents of limestone and exhaust,
 to throw my gray, woolen poncho over the clouds
 and roll in the decaying scent of leaves
 that stick to my face
 like allspice on a baker’s hands

 I can finally breathe beneath this nubby grayness
 that stretches like a fluffy headscarf
 over the dome of the sky.

 Seasonal bounty,
 Harvest time, time for rest
 Shelving our immature dreams
 And discovering reverence for plenty

 At night, I eat ginger carrot soup for supper
 and slurp pumpkin custard from heirloom dishes
 My squash-shaped body, —
 honored for its softness,
 its abundance,
 its life-affirming heaviness —
 snuggles into the scratchy red blanket
 crocheted for me by my mother
 while I bounce children and tradition
 on my plump, arthritic knees
 and sip cocoa and warm candlelight.

 Fatness and autumn:
 Round, pumpkiny, bountiful:
 A sensual feast

Fatness and autumn, —
lush and earth-scented as mounds of warm flesh —
dance together in gentle spirals
 like leaves in a windstorm

 Come evening time, Autumn and I sit
 like old friends,
cackling on the front porch,
 bellies bouncing together
 while heavy, purple mugs of chamomile tea
 warm our loving, generous,
 fleshy hands.

Lesleigh Owen, written 10.9.6, copyright 2006

 

 

 

 

Feast of Fruit

Long watermelon thighs,
round, firm, heavy,
solid, ripe, weighty
roll apart easily
exposing
the tender fig
husband-lover pulls open
licking the fruit
before he sucks it
gently into his mouth,
pulling the fruit
away from the skin
steadily,
his tongue gripping
delicately.
Drinking.
Feasting.

Pear breasts
with peach nipples,
raspberry points,
sway gently
as the pumpkin belly
quivers.
Fat, round McIntosh arms
move freely
as though floating
in water
waiting to be claimed
with splashing teeth
and happy laughter.

Plum cheeks
and cherry lips
redden with desire
satiating.

by Kathy Barron
Copyright, 2006

My permission is granted to share this poem as long as it is attributed to
me and is not changed or altered in any way. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Making Movies
The woman’s large soft dangling breast
Rests in his strong muscled meaty hand.

The man’s luscious flowing belly
Touches her dimpled succulent thighs.

The woman’s gently rippling bottom
Kneads her husband’s sleek wide chest.

Their creamy bodies shake and dissolve
Into each other, the pooling massive, engorged,
Wildly long.

One day their epitaph will read:
These two fat gorgeous people loved each other.
If you loved them, love yourself.

One day my epitaph will read:
This person loved fat people and found them gorgeous.
If you loved her, love them. 

 

by Frannie Zellman, c. 2006