I hate the summer, partially because of too much heat, but mainly because fat-positivity discourse plummets. “Summer body” discourse manifests so violently for fat people in mental, physical, and emotional ways. Projection and harassment on fat folks thrive in the summer.

Fatter children get verbally and physically assaulted so much more during this time when they have to show skin. I remember having to fight so much in the summer because of harassment over weight. Imagine going to school and being the class joke everyday? It’s insane.

Fat women are shamed for showing up in their fatter frames all the time because of clothing choices. I’ve seen actually grown ass people sit in a public place and actually point at fat women and laugh. It’s crazy how y’all think that’s acceptable behavior?

And when fat people give y’all the reaction y’all deserved, we become the aggressors. Okay, chile. Take that shit somewhere else.

Y’all on wet laced K2 if y’all think I’m ever just sitting there while people laugh in my fucking face like a joke. I’ve smacked people for less.

No, but seriously. The gworls sit up on Twitter and critique colonialism and westernized beauty standards ALL DAY AND NIGHT and then go call their co-workers and family members “fat ass bitches” and strangers “a mess” for almost NOTHING.

And then get up on here the next day and write a thread dissertation on how hard it is being dark-skinned KWSHSJSJSHSHS

What’s not clicking? They’re derived from the same places of colonialism and anti-Blackness. Both weaponized to create hierarchies and maintain social rule.

And so we’re clear—colorism and fatphobia are equally intolerable for me. I’m just saying that if the girls wanna give Black studies and academia, give it your all. Don’t be lazy and irresponsible.

I’m tired of fatphobia being the Cinderella in a house of mean step-sisters.