My best friend and I listen to the same podcast called Maintenance Phase. They discussed how Fat Camps still exist in America. Mostly for rich kids and mostly with failing results. Maybe you even went to one as a kid. She and I grew up fat. Plump in her case, way heavier in mine. Her mother was a Weight Watchers director. Mine just hated to see me so round. I think she saw her future in my backside. I got punished once for riding my bike to get a candy bar. They said it was because I lied but it was because they had been restricting my calories and I didn’t know. They just wanted us to be thin and find husbands. Isn’t that what every boomer mom wanted for their daughters? We grew up, got thinner, grew apart, got fatter and both happened to be going to the same Weight Watcher meetings to get ready for our weddings. Luckily, being fat brought our friendship back together. Going to Weight Watchers made us insane(mine may have also been the diet pills) and for what? 40 lbs? Did we look different? No, not really. I had one less chin, her ankles looked great. A whole year of restricting, and self loathing for 1 month of keeping it all “together”. So that brings me to now. She was on Maternity leave and I am tired of people saying “No, you’re pretty” when I say I’m fat.
This is the first annual Camp Roundup but we hope it will be a tradition. Dare we say, a moment that changes things for all of us. So now, as a full sized women, I don’t care how society perceives us. In fact, I personally feel that being fat and taking up space is an act of revolution. I am wearing the tank tops and cut offs. I hope you put on that bikini and come join us, if not we’ll get there! We’ll start at Camp Roundup and take on the world!
Camp RoundUp 