Enough with the fear of fat

I'm here today to talk to you

about a very powerful little word,

one that people will do almost anything

to avoid becoming.

Billion dollar industries thrive

because of the fear of it,

and those of us who undeniably are it

are left to navigate a relentless storm

surrounding it.

I'm not sure if any of you have noticed,

but I'm fat.

Not the lower case, muttered
behind my back kind,

or the seemingly harmless
chubby or cuddly.

I'm not even the more sophisticated
voluptuous or curvaceous kind.

Let's not sugar-coat it.

I am the capital F-A-T kind of fat.

I am the elephant in the room.

When I walked out on stage,

some of you may have been thinking,

"Aww, this is going to be hilarious,

because everybody knows
that fat people are funny."

(Laughter)

Or you may have been thinking,
"Where does she get her confidence from?"

Because a confident fat woman
is almost unthinkable.

The fashion-conscious
members of the audience

may have been thinking how fabulous I look

in this Beth Ditto dress --

(Cheers)

thank you very much --

whereas some of you might have thought,

"Hmm, black would have been
so much more slimming."

You may have wondered, consciously or not,

if I have diabetes, or a partner,

or if I eat carbs after 7pm.

You may have worried that you
ate carbs after 7pm last night,

and that you really should renew
your gym membership.

These judgments are insidious.

They can be directed
at individuals and groups,

and they can also be directed
at ourselves.

And this way of thinking

is known as fat phobia.

Like any form of systematic oppression,

fat phobia is deeply rooted
in complex structures

like capitalism, patriarchy, and racism,

and that can make it
really difficult to see,

let alone challenge.

We live in a culture

where being fat is seen
as being a bad person,

lazy, greedy, unhealthy, irresponsible,

and morally suspect,

and we tend to see thinness

as being universally good,

responsible, successful, and in control
of our appetites, bodies, and lives.

We see these ideas again and again

in the media, in public health policy,

doctors offices,

in everyday conversations,

and in our own attitudes.

We may even blame fat people themselves

for the discrimination they face

because, after all, if we don't like it,
we should just lose weight.

Easy.

This anti-fat bias has become

so integral, so ingrained
to how we value ourselves and each other

that we rarely question why

we have such contempt for people of size,

and where that disdain comes from.

But we must question it,

because the enormous value
we place on how we look

affects every one of us.

And do we really want to live in a society

where people are denied
their basic humanity

if they don't subscribe to some
arbitrary form of acceptable?

So when I was six years old,
my sister used to teach ballet

to a bunch of little girls in our garage.

I was about a foot taller and a foot wider
than most of the group.

When it came to doing
our first performance,

I was so excited about wearing
a pretty pink tutu.

I was going to sparkle.

As the other girls slipped easily
into their lycra and ?? creations,

not one of the tutus
was big enough to fit me.

I was determined not to be
excluded from the performance,

so I turned to my mother

and loud enough for everyone to hear

said, "Mum, I don't need a tutu.

I need a fourfour."

Thanks mum.

(Applause)

And although I didn't
recognize it at the time,

claiming space for myself
in that glorious fourfour

was the first step towards becoming
a radical fat activist.

Now, I'm not saying that this
whole body love thing

has been an easy skip along
a glittering path of self-acceptance

since that day in class.

Far from it.

I soon learned that living outside
what the mainstream considers normal

can be a frustrating and isolating place.

I've spent the last 20 years unpacking
and deprogramming these messages,

and it's been quite the rollercoaster.

I've been openly laughed at,
abused from passing cars,

and been told that I'm delusional.

I also receive smiles from strangers

who recognize what it takes

to walk down the street

with a spring in your step
and your head held high.

Thanks.

And through it all, that fierce little
six-year old has stayed with me,

and she has helped me
stand before you today

as an unapologetic fat person,

a person that simply refuses to subscribe

to the dominant narrative

about how I should move through the world
in this body of mine.

(Applause)

And I'm not alone.

I am part of an international
community of people

who choose to rather than passively
accepting that our bodies are

and probably always will be big,

we actively choose to flourish

in these bodies as they are today,

people who honor our strength
and work with, not against,

our perceived limitations,

people who value health

as something much more holistic

than a number on an outdated BMI chart.

Instead, we value mental health,
self-worth, and how we feel in our bodies

as vital aspects to our overall wellbeing,

people who refuse to believe that living
in these fat bodies is a barrier

to anything, really.

There are doctors, academics, and bloggers

who have written countless volumes

on the many facets
of this complex subject.

There are fatchinistas
who reclaim their bodies

and their beauty

by wearing fatkinis and crop tops,

exposing the flesh that
we're all taught to hide.

There are fat athletes

who run marathons, teach yoga,
or do kickboxing,

all done with a middle finger
firmly held up to the status quo.

And these people have taught me
that radical body politics

is the antidote to our
body-shaming culture.

But to be clear, I'm not saying
that people shouldn't

change their bodies if that's
what they want to do.

Reclaiming yourself can be one of
the most gorgeous acts of self-love

and can look like
a million different things,

from hairstyles to tattoos
to body contouring

to hormones to surgery
and yes, even weight loss.

It's simple: it's your body,

and you decide what's best to do with it.

My way of engaging in activism

is by doing all the things
that we fatties aren't supposed to do,

and there's a lot of them,

inviting other people to join me
and then making art about it.

The common thread through
most of this work

has been reclaiming spaces that are
often prohibitive to bigger bodies,

from the catwalk to club shows,

from public swimming pools
to prominent dance stages.

And reclaiming spaces en masse
is not only a powerful artistic statement

but a radical community-building approach.

This was so true of Aquaporko,

the fat fem synchronized swim team I
started with a group of friends in Sydney.

The impact of seeing a bunch
of defiant fat women

in flowery swimming caps and bathers

throwing their legs in the air
without a care

should not be underestimated.

(Laughter)

Throughout my career, I have learned
that fat bodies are inherently political,

and unapologetic fat bodies

can blow people's minds.

When director Kate Champion,

of acclaimed dance company Force Majeure,

asked me to be the artistic associate

on a work featuring all fat dancers,

I literally jumped at the opportunity.

And I mean literally.

"Nothing to Lose" is a work made
in collaboration with performers of size

who drew from their lived experiences

to create a work as varied
and authentic as we all are,

and it was as far from ballet
as you could imagine.

The very idea of a fat dance work
by such a prestigious company

was, to put it mildly, controversial,

because nothing like it had ever been done
on mainstream dance stages before

anywhere in the world.

People were skeptical.

"What do you mean, fat dancers?

Like, size 10, size 12 kind of fat?

Where did they do their dance training?

Are they going to have the stamina
for a full-length production?"

But despite the skepticism,

"Nothing to Lose" became
a sellout hit of Sydney Festival.

We received rave reviews, toured,

won awards, and were written about
in over 27 languages.

These incredible images of our cast
were seen worldwide.

I've lost count of how many times
people of all sizes

have told me that the show
has changed their lives,

how it helped them shift
their relationship

to their own and other people's bodies,

and how it made them confront
their own bias.

But of course, work
that pushes people's buttons

is not without its detractors.

I have been told
that I'm glorifying obesity.

I have received violent death threats

and abuse for daring to make work
that centers fat people's bodies and lives

and treats us as worthwhile human beings
with valuable stories to tell.

I've even been called

"the ISIS of the obesity epidemic,"

a comment so absurd that it is funny

but it also speaks to the panic,

the literal terror,

that the fear of fat can evoke.

It is this fear that's feeding
the diet industry,

which is keeping so many of us
from making peace with our own bodies,

for waiting to be the after-photo

before we truly start to live our lives,

because the real elephant
in the room her is fat phobia.

Fat activism refuses to indulge this fear.

By advocating for self-determination
and respect for all of us,

we can shift society's reluctance
to embrace diversity

and start to celebrate the myriad ways
there are to have a body.

Thank you.

(Applause)