A response to Kenneth Patchen’s “As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other”
I just read the most horrific, disgusting, and saddening article entitled “Why Fat Girls Don’t Deserve to be Loved” I thought about posting the link here so people could see for themselves the vitriol this man is spewing, but I refuse to give this drooling troll any more traffic to this shameful article.
I know body type discussions can be a hot topic. Everyone has their preferences and that’s everyone’s right. But to say any human doesn’t deserve love due to a physical trait, especially something as random as a number on a scale (be it a high number or a low) is beyond comprehension to me.
My weight fluctuates a lot. Some months I’m up, some months I’m down. Does that mean that in March I deserve love and in February I don’t? Not only is this logic outright insane, it’s just cruel.
I could go on and on about the details from the article, refuting them one by one but I won’t because it just makes me sad and I don’t want to drag myself or anyone else down.
The point I want to make is simply this; Regardless of your personal preferences, please don’t forget we are all humans and all humans deserve love (with the possible exception of the awful person who wrote that article, but I’m going to let Karma work that one out).
(I reworked the original in sonnet form for class. Be kind, it’s my first sonnet)
You are not my lover, we’re worlds apart.
But there was a time when I floated like
A gleaming star in your universe-heart
And, like hot confetti, comets would strike
And flare into space proclaiming our bond.
And the celestial beings in flight
All celebrated, but you were not fond
Of the brash fanfare, not one for the light.
And then there were the other stars brightly
Floating into orbit, fighting for space.
Swirling, preening, dancing for you nightly
As you fought to keep us all in our place.
I guess there’s nobody really to blame
That after awhile all stars look the same.