I am fat. I don’t care why. I was fat when i worked at a job where i spent my time (averaging 60 hours a week) on my feet walking around from one computer problem to another. I am sick of people trying to make me feel like I am less of a person because there is so much of me.
The only times I have been thinnish is when I starved my self. Once was on a diet reccomended by a doctor. The other time was due to poverty. As I shed pounds I was praised and told to keep up the good work. The first time I ended my diet because a the doctor in the emergency room convinced me that I was hurting my health. Eating a varied and normal diet i steadily gained weight. I starved my self again to save money and very nearly died. When I resumed a normal and varied diet, I gained weight steadily until i reached nearly my current weight. My weight only changes noticiably when I change jobs and that changes my activity level.
I am generally healthy. I have normal blood pressure and chloresterol levels. My fat great-grandmothers lived to a ripe old age, I will probably be following in their heavy footsteps. I am happily married, 11 years so far. I have great sex frequently. I am smart, funny, and have a generally happy life. I have a good job. I am attractive to my husband and many others, at least judging from the flirting and propositions. I accomplished the amazing goal of rising out of poverty.
Those of you who tell fat people to lose weight need to learn better manners. Those who think fat people should <insert any statement> should get bent. Any statement about so broad a group as the obese is a sweeping generalization and should be replaced by actual thought.