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		<title>Pictures of people who mock me</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[For years, strangers have made fun of me for being fat. But I got my power back -- by turning the camera on them]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was traveling with students in Barcelona in the summer of 2011, walking through La Rambla, when I noticed two guys making fun of me. I could see them in the reflection of a mirrored building, making gestures with their hands to suggest how much bigger I was than the thin girl standing next to me, her small waist accentuated by her crop top and cut-off shorts. They painted her figure in the air like an hourglass. Then they painted my shape like the convex curves of a ball. The guys were saying something, too, but there was only one word I could make out: <em>Gorda</em>. Fat woman.</p><p>I’ve been hearing comments like this for much all my life. Maybe someone else would have yelled at them, or shrunk inside. But I don’t get upset when this happens.</p><p>I pulled out my camera, and set up a shoot.</p><p>For about a year, I’d been taking pictures of strangers’ reactions to me in public for a series I called “Wait Watchers.” I was interested in capturing something I already knew firsthand: If the large women in historical art pieces were walking around today, they would be scorned and ridiculed.</p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2013/04/23/pictures_of_people_who_mock_me/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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