My family knows how to do Thanksgiving. It’s our holiday. It’s an extended family affair—dear friends make most of the food, my uncle makes a parallel vegetarian/vegan feast, we go through nearly a case of wine. Everyone seems to end up in heartfelt, jubilant conversations, or singing, or dancing. It’s my favorite way to spend time with my favorite people: cooking, eating, talking, connecting.
But my family has been steadily trickling away from my hometown, so last year, I opted to spend Thanksgiving with my dad’s side of the family & his friends. I couldn’t wait for the awesome, boozey, reckless good time that I’ve come to love so dearly with my mom’s side of the family. But as the day unfolded, it was clear that this was something else: something quieter, less comfortable, more reserved.
No matter. We’d get to the food and the wine, and the conversation would come. Once dinner was served, I sat down at one of the two tables in the dining room, between two family friends’ family members. The dishes began to make their way around the table, and I helped myself to a spoonful of mashed potatoes. A friend’s aunt leaned over and said, “you should start with the salad,” then, laughing, added, “and maybe finish with the salad! Just salad for you.” As she said it, she took the bowl of mashed potatoes from my hands.
My face flushed red, and I could feel myself recede beneath my skin. I felt so small and so big, cumbersome, unwieldy, all at the same time. I couldn’t seem to gather my thoughts, make my eyes focus, bring myself back to the conversation at hand. When I finally came to, I realized that other people at the table had taken notice. They were laughing.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt certain for a moment that I couldn’t move. When I tested my legs and realized I could, I got up and went for a walk in the rain. I came back just a few minutes later, but found myself struggling to participate. I wasn’t my usual hammy self—I just sat quietly, responded to small talk when it was directed at me, and disengaged.
I’m not generally a crier. But when I got home that night, I cried and cried. It wasn’t about what that one person said—it was knowing that that was the one person who said it. It was feeling as if everyone there came ready to laugh at me as soon as they were given the opportunity. And it was about the times—usually weekly, sometimes daily—that strangers, acquaintances, friends & family feel entitled to shame me in public.
For all the love and connection I got from my mom’s side of the family, I got just as much in alienation and dysphoria from my Dad’s. All I could think about was my body, my gender, and the widening chasm between how others see me and how I understand myself.
That’s what these moments of food policing mean to me. Despite being a generally take-charge lady in my personal and professional lives, when people voice those kinds of judgments, I feel completely and utterly powerless. It’s a flood of all my memories of being judged, excluded, or humiliated. And that’s true of many of us—these passing moments come to feel like combat, like unprovoked assault, like emotional violence. We get triggered. And we respond like people who are triggered—which, while absolutely valid, doesn’t always get the point across.
This year, I’m having Thanksgiving with my mom’s family. Will it be better? By a mile. Will it be free of food policing? Maybe not. Whether you celebrate Thanksgiving, Thankstaking, harvest, or something else entirely, holidays and family gatherings are prime times for these kinds of interactions. So here are some ways to respond to food policing wherever it comes up.
What food policing sound like.
Food policing ranges from official policies to unprompted remarks. Whatever form it takes, food policing seek to approve of certain behaviors and choices while dismissing, blaming or pathologizing others. Regardless of the intent of the speaker, food policing can have serious social and mental health impacts on individuals and communities. Food policing is there to remind you that your food choices and your body are not solely your own—that they are public property.
We’ve all heard it. Remarks on our food, usually unprompted “Are you going to eat all of that?” “If you want to feel full, you should just drink water!” They come out of nowhere, presuming that we’re on a diet, that we hate our bodies and desperately need to change them ASAP, that our plates are anyone else’s business.
Even comments that just refer to oneself can be food policing. “I’m being so bad!” “I’ll have to spend the next week in the gym.” “I shouldn’t, but I might just have to indulge!” While ostensibly about food, these statements have serious social/interpersonal impacts. They turn food into an issue of morality or personal responsibility. They make food into a battleground or a judgment day. They make a social statement about kinds of food that are acceptable (“good”) and kinds of food that are unacceptable (“bad,” “sinful,” “trouble”). Any which way, this kind of policing makes for fertile ground for eating disorders, and hostile territory for any kind of eating.
How to resist.
As with any oppressive moments, there are a few key ways to interrupt these challenging interactions. Here are some options:
- Affirm good intentions and identify impacts. “I know you’re trying to look out for me, but when you talk about my food choices publicly, it’s really embarrassing and it makes me feel powerless over my own experience.”
- Use humor. “It’s a good thing you said something. I was just going to keep eating until I passed out. I’m glad you stopped me from that.” “You know what’s on this plate isn’t the sole measure of my health, right?”
- Articulate your understanding of yourself. “I’m fat, and I’m pretty happy being fat—I don’t have a goal of losing weight.”
- Ask questions. “When you say that, what do you mean?” “When you say that, it makes me think you have some judgments about my body or my choices. Do you want to talk about them?” (Note: you should only use this method if you want to discuss their comments further.)
Whatever tactic you choose, be sure to make a clear ask. What do you want the person in question to do, do differently, or stop doing? Do they need to change their behavior? Read up and learn more? Think about their own experience or yours? Clear direction provides a path forward for the person you’re talking to, and it paves the way for follow-up conversations if that person doesn’t respond to your requests.
Things to remember, no matter what.
Thanksgiving is a holiday about eating. Shaming someone for eating at Thanksgiving is like shaming someone for opening gifts on Christmas. It doesn’t make any sense.
One meal isn’t the difference between being fat and being beauty-standard thin. No single meal determines your body size or shape. And even if it did, it’s nobody’s business.
Food policing is rooted in social scripts that are all about control. Food policing isn’t about helping anyone make healthy choices—if it were, it wouldn’t be so public or so passive aggressive, and it definitely wouldn’t hinge on one meal. This kind of policing presumes that you can tell how healthy someone is just by looking at them (congratulations, doctors, you’re out of a job!), that being fat or eating rich foods are failures of personal responsibility, and that it’s the job of those around you to remind you of those failings.
Setting boundaries and holding your family accountable can strengthen your relationship. Being clear about who you are and what you need isn’t a jerk move—it’s the cornerstone of any meaningful, reciprocal relationship. Don’t hesitate to have loving, clear conversations with your families. And if they’ve got some accountability for you, accept it thoughtfully. That’s how relationships adapt and grow.
As you move into winter holidays and more time with your family of origin &/or your chosen family, remember your favorite holidays, think about the relationships you aspire to have. Food policing doesn’t have to stand in the way of that. Create the environment you aspire to have with some caring, clear interruptions of fatphobia & food policing. That’s what I plan to do.

So bloggers and news outlets haven’t all reached the same conclusion on Ocean’s sexual orientation. That’s for one simple, but easily missed reason: he didn’t cite a sexual orientation. That’s kind of awesome, and definitely radical. And he’s joined and recently preceded by
Similarly, Azealia Banks’ work and presence is undeniably queer, and she
So often, when I think of my experience as a fat person, these are the moments I think of: the rejection, humiliation, shame, frustration and struggle. But my while my life is shaped by these moments, it’s not defined by them. In that moment, on that plane, despite having a whole job centered around combating discrimination, and despite having spent years thinking and talking and writing about dismantling oppression, I completely lost my sense of self. And that is, in part, because I didn’t have an affirming script to fall back on. Or, at least, not one that I’d internalized as deeply as I internalized the hurt, frustration and anger.
fit the spaces that exist. We have the right to health care that provides the services that our minds and bodies need – not what others’ bias, prejudice and ignorance tells us we need. We have the right to transition-related health care and non-medical transitions; to birth control, reproductive health, and whatever health care our bodies, minds and identities need to be our whole selves.
We have the right to walk down the street without being met with glares, stares, verbal harassment or physical assault. And we retain those same rights in restaurants, gyms, job interviews, and our day-to-day lives. We have the right to the anxiety and hurt that results from this treatment, and we have the right to let it go.
We have the right not to be policed for the food we eat, for exercise, body size, or body shape. We have the right to live free from body policing, wherever it comes from, be that the media, the world at large, our friends, our families, or even one another.
PETA has received consistent criticism for its sexist tactics, which sexualize and objectify women to drive their point home. But PETA doesn’t just throw women under the bus—they target a variety of identities and communities. And ultimately, it hurts their own work. It stymies their ability to build a broader movement, and it alienates potential allies and supporters. And, at its core, it exposes just whose support PETA is trying to win.
So let’s be real. PETA is not trying to “tough-love” fat people into weight loss with tactics like these. They’ve proven that they are not concerned with stopping body policing. No organization that would use such extraordinarily fatphobic tactics is.
As I mentioned at the outset of this piece, movements are made up of relationships, and this movement is what you make it. Holding PETA accountable, vocally disengaging from the organization, and counter-organizing can all have impacts here, and all strike me as viable alternatives to simply laughing off their presence or ignoring their actions. Make whatever choice makes sense for you, your community and your work. But whatever choice you make, be sure you’re making it thoughtfully.
to eat a sandwich, am I right?” “Imagine what it would be like if women ran the world—we wouldn’t have any of these problems!” This exists in a number of communities in a number of ways. This isn’t to say that there isn’t value in those statements—but they do lay traps for us to spring on ourselves later.
nything, there has to be an ideal, a template or a norm—and this thin woman deviates from that norm. Reifying that ideal—even if we’re revising it—always leaves the huge numbers of people behind, and it almost always leaves out people of color, people with disabilities, gender nonconforming people, and many more. A truly liberatory approach to fat positivity/body positivity can’t simply replace one ideal with another, slightly shifting the whole system of body shaming and policing, but ultimately leaving it intact. So why rely on ideals at all? Why not just explode them with images of all of our bodies and stories of all of our experiences?
always in question, and there is never enough evidence to somehow prove who I am, validate my body, or make sense of my gender. Despite my strong femme gender presentation and even stronger cisgender woman identity, my body will never fit all of the qualifications required of female bodies. I am not a “real woman,” and I am never allowed to forget it. “Real women” memes, despite being designed to create more space for more women, not only leave me out, but they bring up the string of moments of sex and gender policing I have faced over the years, and make me feel even less access to my own gender identity.

weight, it would be rude to mention. These comparisons were made left, right and center.
It glosses over substantial differences in experience in a way that can be hurtful, insulting and alienating. After Prop 8 banned same-gender marriage in California, gay news magazine the Advocate published a cover story that declared that “gay is the new black.” The problem is, this is frequently stated by white queer people. And while white queer people have historically experienced hate crimes, police raids, and a whole lot more, we haven’t been lynched, been forced to sit at the back of the bus, or experienced the accumulation of oppression over generations on a single family or neighborhood. Black/African-American communities have. Intentional or not, claiming that “gay is the new black” is deeply disrespectful, and it’s often experienced as such.
And all of that alienates potential allies. These comparisons, well-intentioned though they may be, divide our communities against one another. LGBT communities know the pain of police raids, but we don’t readily and uniformly ally ourselves with immigrant communities, who face raids and deportation at staggering rates. Fat people know the sting of discrimination and exclusion (see: Southwest Airlines policies), but many of us still dismiss concerns over ableism. And when we draw sloppy parallels that make broad generalizations (while failing to pinpoint shared experience and values), we alienate the communities we are best positioned to support—and that are best positioned to support us.