Fat activism makes me feel sexy.

Being a fat girl in a short dress while walking around the Marina with an enormous whoopie pie filled with vanilla buttercream (thanks, Susie Cakes!) - as was the case on Tuesday - is an act of political resistance. Because fatties have so thoroughly been pushed into the margins of society and because food and fat have been so successfully demonized the potential to perform radical acts of fat love reside within all kinds of otherwise commonplace things. My short skirt, my whoopie pie are symbols of my refusal to capitulate.  

So, when I got an email last Thursday from some fellow fatties about a direct action flash mob (coordinated by Marilyn Wann, author of Fat?So!) to protest the Obesity Treatment and Prevention Conference at the Hyatt in SF, I was all about it. An aside about the word obesity: it's a medical pathology, not a politically correct neutral word. I don't...