NAAFA

Ah, NAAFA. How to describe my love hate relationship with NAAFA.

For anyone who doesn't know, NAAFA stands for National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance. I found out about NAAFA in the late 1980s when I started subscribing to Dimensions – I know many people view Dimensions magazine with disfavor, but I think it served an important purpose. (And it is still available online.) It provided pictures of fat women looking beautiful and sexy. It provided size positive articles and fiction. I had personal ads for fat people and those who admire them. It had advertisements for events and products specifically for fat people. It opened up a whole new world to me. Including the world of NAAFA.

My first experience with NAAFA was the Memorial Day event in Los Angeles in 1986 or 87? Anyhow, I attended to see what the group was all about. This is where I first heard about diets not working! Now I'm a smart woman, but I had not figured this out on my own. Duh. It all made sense. And here I found a group of fat women who actually liked themselves! In other words, they felt like I did. I didn't know these people existed. All the fat people I knew hated themselves for being fat (hell, a lot of the average sized people I knew hated themselves for being fat). A world of body acceptance!

I did not go to my first NAAFA even to find the love of my life. I went to check it out and to have a good time. And I did both. While some couples do meet at NAAFA, and go on to have long and wonderful relationships, I feel NAAFA is really about learning to love yourself – not finding someone to do that job for you.

And for some years, that was the extent of my involvement with NAAFA. Well, sort of. I kept up my membership. I subscribed to their personals, and when they offered a pen pal program, I joined that – in fact I still correspond with four of my NAAFA pen pals! I loved the pen pal program because it was not about "hooking up", it was about communicating as fat people about living in an unaccepting world.

Then (through a BBS advertising in Dimensions) I met Bill, my husband to be. We met, got to know each other, and got married, and I moved to San Jose. Bill was more involved with NAAFA than I was. We started attending the national conventions. We had issues about how certain things were handled (or not handled) at NAAFA. We decided that it wasn't fair to complain about NAAFA unless we were willing to put in the time to help NAAFA address those problems. And that is how Bill and I became key volunteers for NAAFA.

Bill is the editor of the NAAFA Newsletter. Before Bill got involved with the Newseltter it was published sporadically at best. Now the Newsletter comes out on a regular basis. The Newsletter is now sent out mainly by e-mail, although members of NAAFA who do not have access to e-mail receive a photocopy of the Newsletter.

I maintain the NAAFA member database. It had been set up on a program that had become obsolete. So I took the entire database and typed it into Excel. Not only is the database easier to deal with, if I get hit by a truck, someone else can easily step in and take over.

I also wanted to write grant proposals for NAAFA. To do that, you need a balance sheet to go with your grant proposal. I found out that NAAFA not only didn't have a balance sheet, their tax filings had fallen behind (due to a number of events that took place, one after another, snowballing and creating some problems that NAAFA has finally been able to put behind it). So I taught myself Quickbooks for Nonprofits, set up the system, and entered and balanced every bank statement for NAAFA going back to 1995, and was able to prepare the necessary tax filings.

I'm not saying all this to pat myself on the back. I assure you NAAFA has patted my back plenty. I just want to encourage people, if you want to bitch about something, then you also need to do something to fix the problem you are bitching about. If you aren't willing to help fix the problem, then stop bitching.

I have two complaints about NAAFA as it now exists, and they are actually related. First, the work of NAAFA is not properly planned out and delegated. NAAFA has an amazing Board of Directors, but they try to do it all. Not only do they all have a "real life" (including jobs, family and friends), they serve on the Board, and hold at least one other job for NAAFA (i.e., head of PR, treasurer, etc.). NAAFA is an all volunteer organization, but NAAFA has not found work for its volunteers. And that's the second problem, NAAFA has not reached out, I feel, sufficiently to encourage its members to bring NAAFA to be part of their own lives. I personally attend a big science fiction convention every year, and in the past, I have run a table to hand out NAAFA literature, talk to people about NAAFA and to sell pins with size-positive slogans on them and donate the money to NAAFA. I feel NAAFA should have a list of suggestions for members on how to help NAAFA get the word out. But I'm not allowed to bitch too much about this because (a) I'm not willing to be on the Board; and (b) so far, I'm not ready to put together a volunteer outreach program.

I have recently set up and done an article for the Newsletter regarding using GoodSearch.com, GoodShop.com and iGive.com, to help raise funds for NAAFA at no expense to the user. I'm quite proud of that. The next step is to have an e-mail announcement sent out and do a mailing to the members letting them know about the programs.

So NAAFA frustrates me because I want it to do so much more. But I love NAAFA because it is so important and the possibilities are there. My fabulous niece, Jo, recently joined NAAFA and has brought some great ideas with her; and I know that there are a lot more people like Jo out there just waiting to help; some like Jo don't need direction; but some do. Okay, okay, I'll think about taking that on next.