Fat Shaming Quotes

“Please tell me people who look like us can be loved.
Please tell me people who look like us can be desired.
Please tell me people who look like us can have happy endings.”
― Olivia Dade, Spoiler Alert

“If you really want change to happen, if you really want to "help" fat people, you need to understand that shaming an already-shamed population is, well, shameful.”
― Lindy West, Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman

“I'd always assumed Beth and I would be friends forever. But then in middle of the eighth grade, the Goldbergs went through the World's Nastiest Divorce.
Beth went a little nuts.
I don't blame her. When her dad got involved with this twenty-one year old dental hygienist, Beth got involved with the junk food aisle at the grocery store. She carried processed snack cakes the way toddlers carry teddy bears. She gained, like, twenty pounds, but I didn't think it was a big deal. I figured she'd get back to her usual weight once the shock wore off.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only person who noticed.
May 14 was 'Fun and Fit Day" at Surry Middle School, so the gym was full of booths set up by local health clubs and doctors and dentists and sports leagues, all trying to entice us to not end up as couch potatoes. That part was fine. What wasn't fine was when the whole school sat down to watch the eighth-grade cheerleaders' program on physical fitness.”
― Katie Alender, Bad Girls Don't Die

“Research shows that shaming fat folks into thinness doesn't work. And come on if it did, most of the fat women in the world would have probably disappeared by now”
― Jennifer Weiner, Big Summer

“You are fine, just the way you are... Bodies come in all shapes and sized. Don't let anyone make you feel any differently.
I wanted to believe him, but by then, of course, the damage had been done.”
― Jennifer Weiner, Big Summer

“...I know this world. I live in it too. There's no shelter or safety or escape from the cruel stares and comments, the too-small seats, the too-small everything for your too-big body.”
― Roxane Gay, Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

“[A woman] takes up just the right amount of space. Small is best. You need to prove yourself worthy of the molecules you displace, madam.”
― Therese Oneill, Unbecoming a Lady: The Forgotten Sluts and Shrews Who Shaped America

“Sir Parsifal started in on a chocolate milkshake, which he really did not need.”
― Paul Carlson, Analog Science Fiction and Fact, June 2012

“You should listen to your assistant. She clearly understands about fattening foods."
Her tone is not kind. And I'm done being polite. Or quiet.
I turn to North, who is sprawled back in his chair, blue eyes alight with undisguised anticipation. An ally I desperately need. "Tell me something..."
"Anything, babe."
I kind of love him just then. Because I know, I know, he's calling me babe to irritate Macon. It's in his eyes and the way his mouth twists to hold back laughter.
"Do agents in this town take Cliché Bitch 101 classes around here?"
A muscle in his lower jaw twitches while Karen huffs out a sound of annoyance.
"Pretty sure they offer a special discount at UCLA."
We both grin.
"All right," Macon cuts in. "That's enough."
I shoot him a look. Tell that to Ms. Sunset Boulevard.
And he returns one of his own. Behave.
Make. Me.
His answering grin is crafty. "Later."
"Later for what?" Karen demands in a snit.
"To perform my other services." I dab the corner of my mouth. Because fuck her.
Macon chokes on a sip of his water. North, however, just laughs, a big booming sound.
"I like her," he says to a glowering Macon.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy