I just did something potentially crazy….

There was a Fat Con in Seattle early February. Out of morbid curiosity, I skimmed it, particularly the ticket prices and what was included.

$1200 for VIP + Plus
$600 for VIP
And a couple of hundred for two days and about a hundred for a single day.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to a convention, but that seems fairly standard. But those are the early bird prices for next year. The VIP and VIP Plus highly emphasized that there would be plenty of breaks, staying away from crowds, preferred seating, lots of snacks, and just a general more pleasant experience compared to the commoners who just pile in when the doors open.

Given the nature of the convention – the celebration of fat acceptance – I’d imagine that there would need to be dealer room modifications and other changes that I wouldn’t know about and nor do I care to at this point.

I’m sure I would find it fairly hellish.

Of course, I had to check out the sponsors. NAAFA (National Assocation to Advance Fat Acceptance) was predominant. I expected something like this as NEDA (National Eating Disorder Association) tries to insert themselves into everything to seem like they’re worth donations.

I’d imagine that NAAFA and NEDA are probably sister organizations and are run on the same type of management theories, propaganda, and even people.

A couple of sponsors were for beds for big people, clothing lines, and whatnot. That’s to be expected and probably similar to what I’d find in other conventions.

But what was a little disturbing was the number of businesses that promoted lingerie – specifically bondage. There was even one that sold bondage rope.

I really have to draw a line here.

Being anorexic (or at least classified as such. I will always have issues placing myself into that label regardless of what the medical ‘experts’ say). I’ve watched some Secret Eaters, a couple of episodes of my 600 Pound Life, and have known people who would be considered morbidly obsessed through work and therapy.

These people drive with their stomachs under the steering wheel, even if they can fit into a car. If they fall, firefighters have to come to lift them. In one episode, they took apart the lady’s porch because five blurry firefighters couldn’t all work together to get the lady inside. These are the people who have to be carefully, and usually unknown by them, seated in airplanes to help maintain balance for flight. Too much weight in one area of the place can jeopardize take off, landings, and the safety of everyone onboard.

I simply don’t understand — or want to — know how someone like that can wear a bondage/lingerie and how does the rope play a apart?

It’d be exceedingly difficult for them to use it on someone else as that would take some agility. It would be exceedingly uncomfortable for the other fat acceptance activist to be tied down as the body would be restricted and may have to twist in into varying unknown positions that would probably be considered okay for most.

So… I don’t mean to be offensive although some would see it that way. I’m just trying to explore an area that frightens me and is a bit fascinating at the same time.

And, honestly, I’m not sure how long fat acceptance will last. The movement lost a lot of its key leaders, like Lizzo, from the use of GLP-1 drugs. And, as I learned yesterday, there’s about a 5000% markup on them in America. Obesity is an unplowed gold mine for Lilly and other drug manufactures. It’s ripe for LRPs (Lifelong Reoccurring Patients). There’s no way Big Pharma would let that go untouched.

So… um… It doesn’t matter to me. I can’t understand it or get behind the movement of fat acceptance. Body acceptance – yes, but not fat to be fat.

Anyway… I certainly can’t throw stones. It’s just an odd blog for Sunday morning.