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March 2017



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the heartbreak of armpit fat.

I have just discovered the official silliest piece of fatphobia I have ever encountered in my born days.

Apparently, we are all now supposed to be terrified of exposing our unsightly armpit fat.

Based on my admittedly cursory internet research, and exemplified by the image above, I would worry about the health consequences for any woman concerned with armpit fat, because it would suggest that she is not doing her breast self-exam properly. What we see above, in the damning orange circles, is in fact part of the boob. And the problem is that Madam is not wearing a properly-fitting bra, as the one illustrated above is at least two cup sizes too small and one band size too large. The little metal bits (we call them 'underwires') are meant to lie flat against the ribcage, not sit halfway up Mount Doom like the track of a sidehill hoofer.

Why yes, I am supposed to be writing a novel. Why do you ask?

But the patriarchy is in my armpits. Some things just can't wait.


And it would be perfectly reasonable for people to say things like, "I don't want to wear things that are pinchy!" But no, that can't be the criterion. It's that other people might be dismayed by looking at the pinchy-ness. So messed up.
Trying on a garment and then blaming your body because the garment doesn't fit is part and parcel of body shaming culture. Wouldn't it be great if we could all blame the garment instead?
This is why I had a standard reply when I was shopping with friends more often and they would try something on and ask how their [body part] looked [in garment]. I would say, for example, "Your ass looks great as always. Those pants maybe not so good. But your ass is fine."