It’s been more than a year since my first post, and there is an embarrassing gap in my posting record after June 26, 2012, but I hope to do better. Because of the small number of posts I have up, I still want to do some introduction to who I am.
Having covered the nebulous, idea-based introduction in my first post, I’d like to get down to brass tacks. Who am I beyond what I think? I mentioned in that first post that I am a Christian. I mention it again because there is nothing more important to my identity than my love of Jesus Christ. It even goes on my census form, I think—or it used to back when Canada had a long-form census (did I mention that I had a political streak?).
Other important census details: I am a cisgender, heterosexual woman in my early thirties, married to a man I love deeply and who is unequivocally my best friend. I have made a career mostly of being a student with some years of administration thrown in for sense and good measure. In 2012, I graduated from Regent College in Vancouver, BC with a Master of Christian Studies (soon to be an MA in Theology). My undergraduate degree was completed at the University of Alberta over ten years ago and gives me the privilege of declaring that I know A Good Deal about English literature.
I still read a lot and I still analyze the things I read, even the things I read for fun…or perhaps especially those things. I analyze almost everything, in fact, from movies to television shows to the way the groceries are stocked at my local supermarket. Don’t get me started on advertising. I’ll save that for a future post or, more likely, posts.
I also have learned to identify myself as fat. I am learning through the Health at Every Size movement and the fat activism community to own that name—not as a source of shame but as a part of my identity. I believe that our bodies are our selves (to borrow a feminist term), and so, if I am sharing my true self, it makes a difference what my body looks like to other people. I also recognize—painfully, a lot of the time—that we are a culture obsessed with bodies, personal image, and food, and that being fat in the midst of that culture can be a difficult experience. My thesis, in fact, deals with women’s body image concerns (especially as caused by objectification), so there will be a lot of discussion on this blog about bodies.
In terms of body identity, it also bears mentioning that I am temporarily able-bodied (is that still the correct term?), with the exception of some rather bad myopia and astigmatism.
Before I take it for granted again, I also want to mention that I’m white. It means that I forget sometimes that not everyone experiences the world the way that I have, from a position of privilege. It often feels like there’s no not-awkward way to talk about race, though, so I try to do the best thing I can: shut up and listen when others are talking about their experiences.
Let’s see: I’ve covered gender, race, age, religion, body size and ability, education, and marital status. Oh, just for spice I’ll throw in that I am an INFP on the Meyers-Briggs Personality Inventory, and that I’m actually very shy. That should cover it, but if you have any other not-creepy questions, please feel free to add them in the comments!
*GPOY: A Gratuitous Picture of Yourself