Back to Matriarchy: The Depths of Fat Phobia

The first image of the Goddess is a Fat female. 

And not the marketable algorithm friendly kind of fat.

Fat with big titties, lumps, and many rolls.

Apple shaped.

The letter P shaped.

All the shapes. 

(And yes, she had a thick-fit hourglass shape too).

Yet... I feel that, what reverence the collective does have for Fat bodies, in relation to the Goddess, is temporary. Like a quick dopamine rush. 

It's not as strong as the conditioning to revere the hourglass shape along with thinness. 

This conditioning illicits comments such as "she has been favored" or "if my body looked like yours, I'd be naked all day". We're not saying these things about bodies that aren't trending. 

There are women and femmes who know what the original Goddess looked like and still refuse to uncloak the beauty of their own bodies.

Is the awe around Venus of Willendorf in vain?

I'm currently reading Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia" by Sabrina Strings in conjunction with "Osun Across the Waters" by Joseph M. Murphy and Mei-Mei Sanford. As a Black woman, what I am realizing is that the pre-Abrahamic elevation of a Fat female is chest-clinching because  her elevated presence signals an official POWER that evades what white consciousness thinks about beauty. Perhaps this is why white artists strategized; designing mathematical equations and wrote  manuals about what the perfect female body looked like, while disparaging the features of Black women in the same breath.

Seriously y'all, mathematical equations and books.

So the response to veil and push your body into the background is by design.  

Start the seeing the work in freeing yourself from that, as an honor to hold.

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