Some lady addresses fat hatred in feminism. Instead of a useful comment, I'll complain about how as a black woman, I have hips. No matter how much time and energy I spend on worrying about how many calories a bunch of grapes has, which I don't, because worrying about calories in grapes isn't awesome and life needs to have as much awesome stuffed in it as possible, I'm never going to have thin hips, and my thighs will always be a bit pudgy.

And some women...well...even if they spent every waking moment of every day worried about surviving on 900 calories, they wouldn't get down to an 'acceptable' size. So no need to berate the chubby.