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The Quiet Harm of #TransformationTuesday
On the healing fantasy of thinness, and what your before and after photos tell the fat people in your life
I make a new friend.
We spend hours on the phone, over coffee, over drinks. We talk at length about his breakup, his new love interest, how to court her. We interpret her responses together, look for opportunities for him to tell her how he feels, how he longs for her.
“It’s no use,” he tells me. “She’s never going to want a fat f*** like me.”
I comfort him, reminding him that he doesn’t know that to be true. “Have you seen anyone she’s dated? How do you know?”
“Years of rejection,” he snaps, before the server arrives with our next round. He sighs. “I just know.”
“Just think about telling her,” I suggest plaintively. “You can tell her respectfully, tell her you don’t need an answer right away, that you won’t be offended or hurt.”
A long silence.
“But I will,” he offers quietly. “I have to lose weight before I tell her anything.”
I breathe deep while I decide whether or not to ask.
“Will it hurt any less if she turns you down as a thin person?” He does not respond.
