Those of us in the “fatosphere” are not offended by the word “fat.” Which is why we did not call it the “overweightosphere” or the “pleasantlyplumposphere” or the “fluffosphere” or the “spherosphere,” although that last one would have been kind of awesome.
We are offended when people use the word “fat” as a synonym for lazy, sloppy, undisciplined, stupid, smelly, repulsive, ugly, mentally ill, rude, ignorant, and/or morally suspect. ‘Cause that’s just overloading a perfectly good word with ridiculous stereotypes.
We are not, however, offended when people call us fat, meaning “fat.” Psst, we own mirrors. Cat’s out of the bag.
If the word “fat” is loaded down with all those other meanings for you, then maybe you ought to do a little soul-searching instead of assuming we would rather be described in either absurdly euphemistic or medical terms. And maybe you really, really shouldn’t write shit about how we all claim we’re “just big-boned” and take umbrage at your fearless honesty in calling us “fat,” ’cause that’s just piss-poor fact checking, right there.
Not everyone involved with the fatosphere is fat, but those of us who are fat are fat. Meaning “fat.” Kindly make a note of it.
P.S. I actually have very small bones. Covered in muscle and fat.