I Was Rooting For You, Topless Lady

If you’ve been watching news sources over the past couple of weeks, you’ve probably noticed that here in NYC, there has been an inordinate amount of time spent talking about boobs. Specifically, about women who wear paint on their boobs and pose for photos in Times Square.

Of course, this is ridiculous. It’s legal for women to be topless in public in NYC, and there are far worse offenses out there (hey, remember how our police force murdered someone last year?). It’s another way to police women’s bodies and create public shame.

So I want to be on the side of these women. But then I read a quote from one of them:

In the newspaper, instead of reporting the nice things that people say about us, despite the fact that maybe 95 out of 100 people that walk past me smile at me or look happy or start laughing, or say hello, no, there’s just one or two people that say, “Oh, it’s disgusting” or “It’s horrible.” It’s usually — and I hate to be rude about this — overweight women. They’re the ones that are rude to us the whole day. To be honest, men don’t harass us that often. I feel like men are a little bit nervous about us.

It’s the women that come past who are overweight and have their kids around and they’re perpetuating this negative view that their children should be afraid of their own bodies. It makes me really angry because I feel like the naked human body is a beautiful thing and nobody should be afraid of it. These ghetto fat women walk past us with their children and go, “That’s disgusting. Put some clothes on.” I feel like saying to them, “Stop feeding your children McDonalds. Tell your girls that they have beautiful bodies and raise them as strong women to understand that their body is their body and they have control over it. They don’t have to be afraid of being harassed or feeling belittled because they have a beautiful woman’s body.”

So. Yeah. There is no longer anyone in this situation that I feel like I can get behind. I get that these women are trying to do their thing and are getting disproportionately shamed for it, but why bring sizeism and racism into it? How does being fatphobic make people sympathetic to you? It doesn’t. But I also strongly disagree with the powers that be who want to further sterilize the city, or the people who attach shame and ridicule to women’s bodies.

Getting rid of pedestrian plazas is not a good solution. Being topless is NYC is legal, whether you like it or not. Yes, people peddling photos or whatever in Times Square are annoying, but they come with the territory. Ignore them, or, you know, visit some other part of the city, though I can’t guarantee you won’t encounter annoying people or bare boobs anywhere else. But maybe don’t use hatred when trying to get people on your side. Or ever, really.

This post originally appeared on fatgirlbrooklyn.

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6 thoughts on “I Was Rooting For You, Topless Lady”

    1. p.s.: My body is my body and I have control over it? So it’s okay if I wear long skirts in summer? It’s okay if I wear opaque tights under capri pants in my dance classes? It’s okay to wish I could just start wearing a hijab or abaya or chador without being accused of cultural misappropriation or having insults (or worse) hurled at me?

      Oh… I guess the closed-minded topless lady doesn’t want me to be modest… Shit.

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