Noah and I got into a huge argument last night about obesity. The person we were arguing with started out with “Obesity is the problem” and by the end apologized for his fat shaming. In between was an hour and a half of passionate back and forth with no name calling or raised voices.

I love arguing with Noah. He’s good at pinning people down and forcing them to fully explicate the random shit they are spewing. “No no no, you don’t get to get away with being vague. When you say “the problem” what exactly do you mean?”

He tried to transition into “Obesity is a symptom of the problem and we need to get rid of it.” No no no. That’s not ok either.

Either it is ok for people to exist in whatever body they exist in or it isn’t. Would it make their lives perhaps easier if they were thinner? Maybe. But that still doesn’t make them a problem and fuck you for saying so. (I never once said fuck you to him. I was really good.) How are they a problem? Because they cost money? So do skinny people.

He even tried to tell me that “It’s a bunch of bullshit that being fat doesn’t cause health problems.” When I almost levitated off my chair in anger he barely blinked. This is a man who is used to arguing.

It was a long argument. At one point he said something about how this isn’t an argument anyone could win. Noah countered with the fact that he (the guy we were arguing with) wasn’t going to win this argument but I (Krissy) already have won because my goal was to change the opinions of people who fat shame.

Bodies are ok. Whatever they look like. Period.