Fat bomb

“Look how fat she is… she looks like a balloon. Ha ha!!” says a little girl as she leaves school, pointing to a classmate.

Chiara feels the eyes of the other children on her and with shortness of breath she increases her pace to create the right distance and escape form them.

“Chiara what happened? Why are you crying?” her mom asks her.

“I’m fat mom! Everyone laughs at me, they call me fat bomb and especially they look at me with contempt. Enough, I no longer want to eat or even go to school.”

“But no my love, you don’t have to take it this way. Yes, it’s true it’s annoying, but do you know what I read behind the expression fat bomb? Hey fat you are a bomb! You are stunning, do you understand?”

“Ok mom, but I’m actually fat.”

“So what? Fat doesn’t mean wrong. Fat has the same value as slim, tall, short… and it doesn’t identify who you really are. You are bright, sweet, smart… pretty much a blast! And that’s the only reason people will love you. But first of all, you have to love yourself Chiara… only in this way you’ll ibe safe from the childishness that surrounds you.”

It’s called fat shaming, the contempt for fat bodies and there are more victims than we imagine, of all ages and any sex. This social disease makes no difference, it just strikes, putting the lives of these overweight people at risk who, feeling targeted, are subject to self-destructive behaviors.

It’s not easy to stop eating a lot, our body is not calibrated to say enough to food, inside of which often all our dissatisfactions, insecurities, frustrations and what should be a pleasant sustenance take refuge, it becomes a dangerous pathology.

Now you tell me, how can one be so unhappy as to count kilos instead of steps, to humiliate rather than elevate, not to understand that it’s not funny at all to make fun of someone else.

Ah my heart… stand up! What specific weight all this has on you!