It’s not what you think, although I am a renowned potty mouth.
And it’s not even what I’ve written about before in many ways – feminism. Although it is in some ways.
It’s about self esteem. It’s about being self conscious. It’s about life, and love, and what I wore.
It’s about being … fat.
I had been thinking about writing this even before the latest skirmish in the fat wars. Not the "obesity” wars, which are all about keeping our children healthy, Michelle Obama, the war on food insecurity and food deserts, economic privilege and social gaps – all guised in the mantra that we are trying to be more healthy as a nation.
No, the fat wars. In which one complete and total bully, who is 61-years-old and still hasn’t figured out that words hurt, or that being the tallest, the skinniest, the most beautiful is not what our children should be striving for in this world, has decided that his clothing should not be modeled by anyone over a size Medium.
This is what Abercrombie CEO Mark Jeffries has said about his stores: “We go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don’t belong [in our clothes], and they can’t belong.”
In other words, no one fat. No one who needs a Large or, god forbid, and Extra Large size. You will not find them at Abercrombie. He has been quoted as saying that he doesn't want fat chicks shopping in his store. Really.