Day 10 dawned bright and most unfashionably early, and I woke up with a blocked nose, a foggy head, and a dry and slightly stinging sensation in my mouth; all of which indicating that my winter cold is bravely marching on.
What a drag, I thought, oblivious to the fact that, in a few moments’ time, my world was going to be rocked to the core.
One of the (many) things I’ve noticed since starting this bizarre, exciting, frustrating, amazing journey towards fat and self acceptance is how desperate people are to either become or stay thin in many first-world countries. My personal experience extends mainly to Australia, Japan and the United Kingdom, but this mentality is certainly present in the US and South Korea, and I’m going to assume the likes of Canada, New Zealand and most of Europe are similarly affected. In our insanely privileged society there is an almost paralyzing fear towards fatness.