My name is Nicola. I’m the Community Manager here at Wonderush. Many people will recognise me as the relentlessly perky person who sends emails encouraging people to try weird (and cool!) things like African Drumming and Origami. I’m a size 12-14 – exactly the same as some of those who were given vile “fat cards” on the tube yesterday. That’s actually neither here nor there but ooh, the whole thing made me cross.
I confess right now that when I heard about the arseholery of this totally fake (and illegal, by the way) “company”-that-shall-not-be-named, I did very little work for the rest of the afternoon. Instead, I sat there, and I hate-read that card over and over again. On the tube home I silently willed somebody to drop one into my lap so I could give them what-for. That evening, I read what was on that card to somebody who hadn’t heard about it yet, and I got angry all over again.
This is exactly what these people want. Negativity. I am not about that life. Or at least I try not to be, and I hate that I let them get to me.
Actually, nope. That’s negativity again. I accept that they got to me and now I am over it.
Firstly, my body is brilliant. I have said some terrible things about it in its lifetime and it’s done nothing in return except to carry me around and do exactly what I’ve asked of it (bar a few public tripping-over incidents that I’m going to gloss over while I’m still on my high horse). Nobody’s appearance is an issue. Everybody’s body is a body. It’s there, it does what it does, and it is what it is.
The real problem is that these small-minded, horrible people have succeeded in getting talked about (and my angry grumbling over the last 24 hours has only accounted for maybe 30% of that). They have our attention. We’re rewarding these sad, Katie Hopkins-wannabes. So I propose that we stop.
This isn’t a sales pitch. Yes, this a Wonderush blog and it’d be nice if you signed up and went to a pottery class or something, but this is bigger than that. Life is about more than what we look like, and there’s way more to it than some bullies with a printer and an Oyster card.
You should do whatever you want to do today. Do whatever it is that makes you happy. Buy something nice. Take the scenic route to work. Book a last-minute holiday. Call your mother. Bring doughnuts to the office (hint hint, colleagues). Do what you want to do and don’t give a second thought to anybody who might judge you, because that is 100% not your issue. Live life your way, and don’t let anybody tell you you’re doing it wrong.
And if anybody ever tries to hand you a card that is anything less than stunningly complimentary, give them hell.