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Eating Hotdogs in Instant Photobooth when Pissed Off

by amira.h.



Hi guys, I’m fat. Didn’t you know this? Maybe you’ve never met me before, then. But yeah, I’m fat. I’m a fucking fatso, fat ass. I’ve been fat for most of my life, too. I remember looking back at photos of myself in primary school, trying to mark the year that I got fat. I was pretty happy with the photos from Reception, up to Year 2. I looked pretty cute in my pony tails. After that, though, I started to feel insecure and put on some fat. 

Kids didn’t tease me too much for being fat; They did, however, tease me for being hairy. That fucking little bitch, Robin, on the monkey bars, pointed out that I had hairy arms and hairy legs when I was about 7 or 8. I told my mum, and she suggested I shave my legs. I’m pretty sure that sparked the beginning of my self-hate, body shame. 

I was a bit of an anti-social freak. I grew up believing I would never have a boyfriend or girlfriend. I was fat and hairy, FAT AND HAIRY, GODDAMN. These are the worst things a girl kid can be. They’re still pretty much the worst things a woman can be. FAAAAATTTTTTTT & HAAAIRRRYYYYY. 

I was body shamed so much by my mum, dad and their older friends and relatives. Whenever I was forced to sit with the adults, all they would talk about was diets and weight loss and looking good for Summer. I remember once, when a relative said she needed to “SLIM DOWN FOR SUMMER”, I retorted, “why do you have to slim down just for Summer? What does Summer have to do with it?” She said “well, in Summer we show our bodies more” and I just said “well you’re Muslim, why does that matter?” As a child I knew that weight loss, dieting and an unhealthy obsession with the body was repressive. I felt repressed because the only images of women that I had to uphold were ones that were always striving to be thinner, more beautiful, less hairy. 

Once I locked myself in a bathroom when my mum took me to visit her friends. They were talking about going on diets and then (trying to include me in the conversation), one of the friends remarked, “we can go on a diet together, Amira” (or something to that effect). I didn’t want to go on a diet. I didn’t want my body to be a subject that adults discussed. I may have been/may be overweight, but I certainly don’t need ANYONE to tell me to go on a diet. 

My dad used to own a snack bar down at Henley Beach. One night he called up and asked my siblings and I what chocolate bars he should bring home for us. When he got home, I took one of the chocolates and went back to my room, only to hear my youngest sister crying because she somehow missed out on getting one. My dad came banging on my bedroom door asking for the chocolate back. I asked him why, and he said that my sister wanted it. FAIR ENOUGH, DAD. But then to just throw in a little shame, he said “YOU DON’T NEED IT ANYWAY.” Yeah. I don’t. COS I’M A FATTY AND FAT PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER EAT CHOCOLATE AGAIN. Right. 

It’s funny how we all think it is one of our basic rights to speak about another person’s body, weight, body hair and health. It’s not. It’s not your body, you have no right to speak about it. Sounds so simple. Like, I know that cigarettes do damage. There’s a fucking warning on the packet. However, it is my choice to smoke sometimes. It’s also my choice to eat a fucking hotdog whenever I like, no matter how much fat I have on my body. 

 This war on my body has made me so




I actually thought that I would be alone forever because of how I LOOKED. I’m still “alone”, but that’s by choice, and have definitely had my share of intimacy with a handful of people. I’M FAT AND I STILL HAVE (good) SEX. EVEN WHEN I’M HAIRY I STILL HAVE (good) SEX. Everything I heard as a kid was a lie. I don’t need to be thin and hairless at all. Why did my parents, my relatives, society lie to me? Why are they invested so much in my body? What do they have to gain? 

SOCIETY, CORPORATIONS, INSTITUTIONS = they get my money from razors, wax, hair removal creams, diet pills, diet tea, diet milkshake powders, vitamins, psychiatrists $, psychologists $, women’s magazine $, perfume $, hair dye $, make-up $, bigger fuller plumper LASHES GIRLS $.

parents, friends, relatives = WAKE THE FUCK UP and expect to be held accountable for your words and actions. 


Why don’t you compliment me when I put on 3 kilos? It’s fucken WEIGHT, they’re fat cells that someone has shed. Why does it matter so much to you? And did they really look so much different (worse) before?

I remember Romi saying once that she and Josie thought it was great that I never commented on my weight or body. It is definitely a conscious decision. I’ve just had enough of it. I don’t want to be subjected to that crap, so why would I subject anyone else to it?

DON’T EVER, EVER TELL ME YOU LOOK OR FEEL FAT (as a negative attribute) AGAIN. And if you do say that to me, please don’t be surprised when I give you no response. 


Don’t compare your body to someone else’s. “She is wearing that, she’s fatter than me, but I feel bad about my body so I can’t wear that, but I’m still going to try to make myself feel better by saying that she is fatter than me, and everyone on this great earth knows that skinny people are better looking, which must mean that I am better than her.” FUCK YOU, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT TO ME, LIKE HONESTLY, get a fucking grip, wake up, it does not matter how fat or skinny someone is, THEY CAN WEAR WHAT THEY LIKE, HOW THEY LIKE. With a shirt tucked into their jeans, exposing their fat tummy. GET OVER IT. 


I have lots of body hair.

I have lots of fat on my body. 

I have eczema on my skin.

And sometimes, to validate my feelings of being pissed off at people like you, I like to eat hotdogs and take photos of it in the instant photobooth outside Flinders Street Station. 

These are my memories. 

mshafi asked: Hello Madam, Saw your pic in got really lovely underarm hair :) Natural beauty is unmatched :) :)

Thanks Sir! I don’t shave out of convenience. 





Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia fair!" 

When gallant Cook from Albion sail’d,
To trace wide oceans o’er,
True British courage bore him on,
Till he landed on our shore.
Then here he raised Old England’s flag,
The standard of the brave;
With all her faults we love her still,
"Brittannia rules the wave!"
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!" 

Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
We’ll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!" 

While other nations of the globe
Behold us from afar,
We’ll rise to high renown and shine
Like our glorious southern star;
From England, Scotia, Erin’s Isle,
Who come our lot to share,
Let all combine with heart and hand
To advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!" 

Shou’d foreign foe e’er sight our coast,
Or dare a foot to land,
We’ll rouse to arms like sires of yore
To guard our native strand;
Brittannia then shall surely know,
Beyond wide ocean’s roll,
Her sons in fair Australia’s land
Still keep a British soul.
In joyful strains the let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!" 

diet industry.

fuck off, i’m happy as i am. 

just because you RUN doesn’t make you a better fucking person you fucking fuck, stop body shaming. “oh, she’s fatter than me and she’s wearing that item of clothing.” who fucking cares 

i am sick of hearing this shit. i’m glad to have moved away from my extended family, because growing up with women who only spoke about diets and their weight made me pretty angry. i don’t want to hear it in my circle of friends. but do i call them out? STOP BODY SHAMING.