Over the course of the past decade, the popularity of body positivity has exploded. More and more people are working to heal their own relationships with their own bodies, wading through years of toxic biases we’ve leveled at ourselves and those around us. And many are finding a new kind of freedom in simply letting their bodies be, without comment or change.
But when we do that healing in public, it stops being an internal, individual act and starts being a social one—and we end up using frameworks that empower us but may unintentionally perpetuate oppression. Paradoxically, the way we take on our own healing can make healing harder for other people—or even re-injure them—if we’re not thoughtful about how we do it. And in body positivity, some of the most evident ways this manifests are the undercurrents of ableism that, often unintentionally, further the marginalization of disabled, disfigured, and chronically ill people.
As a person with a chronic illness, I’ve long felt some discomfort with what seem like facile slogans like “Love your body!” As if people with thin, abled, and white bodies experience the same barriers to self-love as fat people, disabled people, Black people, Indigenous people, or people of color. So recently I took to Instagram to ask disabled, disfigured, and chronically ill followers how body-positive maxims landed with them. Most echoed my own discomfort; many chafed at the ways in which disabled people so reliably seem pushed to the side in the most popular, mainstream iterations of body positivity. If disabled people and other marginalized communities don’t feel at home in body positivity, who exactly is it for? And what can body-positive people with more privilege do to lift up those with less?
Ultimately, there’s no guidebook that will save us from this work, no shortcuts to spare us the hard work of examining our own actions and addressing the ways they impact those around us. But we can start by looking at some of the more common—and insidious—“body-positive” phrases that help some folks but also carry some harmful implications for disabled, disfigured, and chronically ill people.
1. “I don’t care what size you are, as long as you’re happy and healthy.”
For many of us, happy and healthy are simply out of reach. For people with mental illnesses, happiness can be more a battle than a point of arrival. And for chronically ill people, health may feel forever out of reach, all stick and no carrot. And for any of us, regardless of ability or mental health, happiness and health are never static states. All of us fall ill, all of us experience emotions beyond some point of arrival called “happiness.” And when those things happen—when we fall ill, when we get sad—that shouldn’t impinge on our perceived right to embrace and care for our own bodies.