Article by Carrie Armstrong, reblogged from Life After The Chair
A mean lady wrote a pretty terrible confessional in the Daily Mail this week. And when you have a habit of talking about women and body image as I do, then the phone starts to ring with people asking you to discuss things like that.
Except I don’t really like to. Because I was at one point a secret Fattist myself.
I was in a wheelchair from the age of 26. I was in it for a few years. I didn’t like it much so I tried lots of ways to get cured so I could get out of it. One of these treatments was abroad. It involved changing flights at Atlanta airport in Georgia, USA.
I hadn’t been out of the house for 18 months at this stage. So people in general were quite a shock to the system. I wasn’t used to them staring at me, because I’d…
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