There’s a connection here — or at least in my feverish condition, I see one…
Writer’s note: After I hit publish, I realized there’s grammatical confusion with the original title — I don’t think Cindy Crawford needs to be rebranded ALSO, which is what the “and” implied Update:. I think I fixed the problem with this version.
It’s not the excessive alcohol consumption that bothers me, nor the shiny beads (I love all that is shiny and sparkly), nor the naked-y ladies dancing down Bourbon Street.
What really vexes me is the name…FAT Tuesday.
I know what it means…
Mardi Gras is French for “Fat Tuesday”, and is the practice of overindulging in rich, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season.
Because of my body issues, it’s the word FAT that causes me distress.
I work really hard to fight against being overweight, to eat healthy foods, exercise daily, limit my intake of fatty and rich foods — yes, it’s my issue, I KNOW that. I’m so short at five feet tall that an extra ounce looks like five pounds on my small frame. It’s been a life-long struggle.
Here’s what I think of when I hear FAT:
All very negative. FAT is an ugly word.
Here’s a thought. How about a total rebranding?
If it were renamed “Curvy Tuesday” or “Voluptuous Tuesday”, I’d be more inclined to wholeheartedly celebrate.
Doesn’t that sound better than “Plus-sized Tuesday”?
I dunno. I guess you could say I’m fat-shaming Fat Tuesday.
What do you think about this unretouched photo of Cindy Crawford?
I think she’s gorgeous and real and it’s incredibly empowering.
There’s so much pressure to continue to look like we’re in our unlined and no cellulite twenties — I’m hopeful the future will bring less photoshopping and more authentic portrayals of women as we are. I stopped reading all those fashion mags ‘cos they’re really depressing. Try as I might, I could never attain that level of skinny.
This might sound like a mixed message with my observations about FAT Tuesday, but it’s not. Really.
Happy Curvy Tuesday, everyone!