COMMENT:
God you have to be on your toes with fat. I'm not talking about the 'quarantine 15' – the estimated pounds we'll have piled on by the time the lockdown is lifted - I'm talking about how we think about fat: are we for or against, loving the plus size or keener on lean? Is fat even an acceptable word for excess weight? Is the word excess in the context of weight appropriate, or a bit shamey?
You can't deny it's confusing. We have been on a long and bumpy journey with fat over the course of the past few decades - involving several U turns and offroad detours - and now, in the space of a couple of months we're more or less back where we started.
At the beginning of March fat was a nasty word, used by sneery, mean, probably rich people intent on putting down other people who were victims of sizeism. Now, thanks to the pandemic, being overweight is suddenly officially bad news, an underlying health issue not a lifestyle choice (with no caveats, including being successful, energetic, good with the ladies and fit enough to beat David Cameron at tennis). The Prime Minister's time in intensive care and his subsequent admission that his BMI was to blame ("Don't be a fatty in your fifties," he's alleged to have said) seems to have been the screeching handbrake turn in our relationship with fat. And now we are (sort of) facing in the opposite direction.