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A temporary change of pace...
I was into synchronised swimming when I was 11 or 12 or so. I really loved to swim anyway and used to spend hours at Hereford Baths with anyone who would go with me, and also by myself. I dont know how I met my friend Mary Anne but she was already part of the synchro group there and she encouraged me to come too.
The group was pretty small and wed meet once a week or so in the diving pool at the Baths to practise figures and try and earn proficiency badges. The more skilled swimmers would practise their routines. Sometimes wed all practise group routines, which wed map out first on land in the Club Room, walking it through, using our arms to approximate leg movements. I remember a very dynamic sequence choreographed to the theme song from Hawaii-5-0, its exoticism was preposterous in the prosaic nature of our surroundings. We were encouraged to take part in competitions, I remember travelling to ancient swimming halls in cities near by, never really doing very well.
One year, possibly 1980 or 1981, the swimming pool decided to stage a water pantomime, Cinderella in fact. For those who dont know, a pantomime is a theatrical show produced in the Xmas holidays, typically featuring a set of conventions that can be traced back to Restoration theatre and Commedia dellArte. The Hereford Baths water pantomime was just someones weird idea. There was no scenery, the costumes were minimal, as was the plot, but there was a Dame, a Principle Boy and Girl, a bit of singing, some slapstick, and lots of swimming routines featuring the synchro club. I was in the chorus.
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| Im right in the middle of the second row from the front |
Im remembering all this today because Ive been thinking about how my identity as a fat person has developed over the years. By the time I was 11 or 12 years old my weight was already problematised in my family; I had been dieted sporadically from around seven or eight, called names, and had attention drawn to the size of my tummy. By the time I went through puberty my identity as a fat girl had solidified. My body was surveilled for fat during Physical Education sessions at school, I was being marked out as different by my schoolmates too, who also called me fat names. I was different, by this time Id had many experiences that would make me different to my peers, but these invisible differences were less meaningful to others, instead my difference was coded through my chubby young body.
I could develop any number of these threads at this point, but Ill leave my puberty, family, school and classmates behind and come back to the swimming which is interesting to me not just because of its extreme kitsch, but also because it both supported and disrupted a gendered fat spoiled identity.
All the synchronised swimmers were girls, the oldest and best swimmers were about 16 years old. They were really powerful swimmers, very strong and athletic, and yet all I can remember about them are narratives about their perceived femininity. There was a lot of talk about make-up, tits, swimsuits, and their bodies were always there being watched and admired. They were the ones the younger swimmers aspired to, including me. Im really struck by the whiteness of the people in the photograph above, and Im reminded of how people in that world were generally lower class, and how synchro may have been an attempt to generate respectable feminine identities. Despite this, the leads in the water pantomime were played by two friends who interpreted Cinderella and the Prince through romanticised butch-femme synchro duets (jeez, no wonder I turned queer). I suppose what Im getting at is that I cant dismiss this early experience of girl sport as entirely about feminine governmentality.
Synchro reinforced the problematic nature of my body. At the synchro club as well as elsewhere it was noted that I was too big, I didnt win medals, I was mediocre, I was not elegant. I compared myself to other swimmers and found myself lacking and I was frustrated by the many moves that I did not have the strength or flexibility to perform. At the same time I felt very free in the water. I loved swimming in the deep, chilly diving pool, all that deep blue liquid space around me, performing moves called Dolphin, Marlin, Swordfish, Tub, sculling this way and that. I still feel the lack and frustration of my body, but many of the physical skills I learned in the club have stayed with me, and to this day some of my greatest embodied pleasures involve swimming and water.
Perhaps most of all, these memories of doing synchro and becoming fat help me disrupt the narrative Ive internalised of the fat and lazy kid. I was a very active kid, and I was still fat. The things They say Im supposed to believe about myself just arent true. This makes me want to disrupt and complicate those restrictive narratives even more, including the counter-narratives of perfect healthist fat poster children.
One last thing, it just occurred to me that these early experiences made it possible for things that came later, they helped me build a sense of my bodys capabilities that developed into self-expression, survival, activism, sexuality, and which inform my politics and worldview somewhat profoundly. I can see a link between synchro and punk, synchro and feminism! Its so funny that the latter can feed off the former. It helps me understand how important those early embodied experiences are in terms of building confidence and agency. Im pretty certain that Herefords synchro team was not explicitly an incubator for the future fat activists of the UK, which is why I also doubt that those things can be taught. Theres a danger of hammering it out of young people, it cant be taught by rote, that spark cant be institutionalised, they have to find embodied freedom and agency in their own way, and even then it wont be straightforward.
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