tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584347992486195496.post4647167429212451213..comments2024-01-18T10:25:14.675+00:00Comments on The Curved Opinion: I Won't Dance (But Still Ask Me)Victoria Franklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13009228001440066445noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584347992486195496.post-19291014732149324352016-12-26T03:44:47.109+00:002016-12-26T03:44:47.109+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.chenlinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08353517262871653610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584347992486195496.post-24220236866599435402015-06-24T03:43:44.255+01:002015-06-24T03:43:44.255+01:00Great post Vicky. I agree that if it was a fat wom...Great post Vicky. I agree that if it was a fat woman it would've been passed around the internet in an endless feedback loop of misogynistic bullshit. <br /><br />I have had people point and laugh at me when I was dancing, most memorably on my birthday night out last year. Some people are just scum. Like the song says 'I hope you dance.'Love Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18304536416614698108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584347992486195496.post-91214824940634346252015-06-20T18:06:57.546+01:002015-06-20T18:06:57.546+01:00I really love his post. I think sometimes we stop...I really love his post. I think sometimes we stop doing the things we love just because other people don't approve which is ridiculous! I love dancing and frequently make a complete tit of myself on the dance floor, I spent my Dads wedding dancing till my feet bled last year and felt exhilarated and not ashamed for one moment!<br /><br />I do completely agree with the comment about it seeming to be more acceptable for a man to be fat than a woman ... so many men point out the flaws in women that are slimmer than them. It's like being male gives them a superiority which really gets on my nerves!<br /><br />C xx<br />http://curvygirlthin.blogspot.co.ukCharli - CurvyGirlThinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17479225820509683387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584347992486195496.post-56325384612954619582015-06-18T14:36:16.272+01:002015-06-18T14:36:16.272+01:00Your statement, "the fear of other people'...Your statement, "the fear of other people's ridicule grew greater than my love to dance," really resounded with me. I think many plus-size women, including myself, could replace the word "dance" with most any verb and that statement can become so personal to many. Sing, swim, exercise, eat, walk down the street, etc. Over the years, I've found myself standing on the sidelines in so many situations just because I was too damn afraid of the possible ridicule, because like you said, you were just waiting for it to happen. Even if you're not actually being ridiculed by anyone, you still missed out on the pure joy of that activity, simply because you're on edge just waiting for someone to point out that you don't belong. I've missed out on so much joy because of that anticipated fear over the course of my life. I was seen as the "Debbie Downer" of the group, simply because I was just scared and anxious. But my friends couldn't understand what I was feeling, no matter how I tried to explain it. They didn't experience it, so they couldn't get it. And I get angry when I think about it how much I've missed out on life because of that fear. But, when you're fat, it feels like the world doesn't think you deserve to be "normal" and you don't deserve to just participate in life. And that gets ingrained into your subconscious and it does effect you. I'm in my 40's now, and life is going by fast. I'm trying to get over worrying about what others think. I'm getting better, but it's a work in progress. I'm trying to say "yes" to more things, trying not to worry about what others think, because quite frankly, it doesn't matter. Yes, the mean comments hurt. You just have to start trying to remember that their opinions don't define you. Everyone on this planet deserves to exist and to do the things they love. Some days, the anticipated fear does still stop me...other days, it doesn't. I hope to be at the point one day in my life when it's like that 100% of the time. Not sure it ever will be. But, I hope so, because I deserve to exist in this world, and I deserve to just be me. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com