This person wears a grubby white tshirt, and jeans. His hair is long and lanky and he looks like Axl Rose. Skinny and soft. The classic remmitance man. I don’t like him.
This person wears a hat with a flower in it, and a blue windbreaker. She has short greying hair sensibly cut. She has a little bit of heft to her, maybe a slight waddle. She is sturdy from throwing around bags of peat moss. She’s nice and pleasant and kind, but don’t fuck with her, because beneath all the niceness she’s as tough as nails. I like her.
Number 3 doesn’t give me a clear picture. This person might look like a supermodel, or she might be somewhat dumpy in spite of it all. I do feel that she has an open face, maybe tired, but determined and optimistic. I may or may not like her, but I admire her.
You are very close, although I admit that I expected him to be described as fat because of the descriptions that he is lazy and eats too much. He is the brother of an ex boyfriend. He is about 6’2" and weighs all of 170 lbs dripping wet. I didn’t like him much either.
This is sort of correct. This is a close friend of mine. She is probably too young for gray hair but we’ll never know because she keeps it dyed a gorgeous red color. Although she is far from lazy, in fact, she is very active and that she eats very sensibly, she is what some might consider fat. She has diabetes and because of her condition she is overweight. It would be dangerous to her health if she went on a diet to lose weight. She is beautiful and has men falling at her feet.
She worries about her blood sugar and eating the right foods instead of worrying about her dress size. She is very outgoing and everyone loves her. You are right though, she is tough as nails when the time warrants.
Number 3 is me. I am not ashamed to say that I bust my ass to stay healthy and fit and I am determined and optimistic about everything in my life. To look at me, you would see an older (I just turned 39 freakin years old, dammit), average looking female who does not look like your typical health club addict. The Dopers who will meet me next week in Amsterdam will be able to attest that I am not a skinny super model. I have curves and I think my ass is too big and I really want to lose a few pounds. I am sturdy and I look it. If you were to feel my body, you would feel strong muscles, not fat, even though I look big. If the Amsterdopers are nice, maybe I will flex for them and MAYBE let them feel my muscles if they let me feel theirs. I may be old and need to lose a few, but I can flatten a grown man with a round-house kick to the temple. I can run miles and barely break a sweat. I can out jump any of the young thangs in my aerobic class and still keep going as they lay on the floor gasping for air. Except for the men, I use the highest amount of poundage on my barbell in my power lifting class. Two days ago, my blood pressure was 98 over 54, my heart rate was 68. Still, to look at me? … feh :rolleyes:
What I am trying to show by my examples, is that you can not judge a person’s life style by their weight. Although there are exceptions, being lazy and eating bad does not make you fat. Being fat does not make you lazy, a bad eater, or unfit. Being in very good shape and healthy does not make you look like a super model.
There are overweight people who really do need to lose weight for the sake of their health. They are overweight because they are lazy and do eat too much. However, we shouldn’t make assumptions as to why they look the way they do. It’s judgmental and cruel.
Why dont all you fatasses just quit whining and either shape up or just live with yourself? If you want to feel sorry for someone then look at the handicapped or aged and how they are treated (and nobody claims they “deserve it” or “are too weak”…). this thread should be renamed “who can whine more than I can about my weight”. I am sure there is a thread for smokers in the same vein. I personally think people are mean to fatties cause they see the same weakness in themselves.(similar to the ex-smoker syndrome). And I wish I was being mean to THOSE people but in truth I am one of those myself. so I guess I am being heartless to myself.
Hmmmm. A woman who can light your fire, curl your bar and chop your wood.
I’m pretty sure I like #3.
I did pretty good. Based on my extraordinary powers, do I have a special dispensation to be judgemental and characterize loosely?
I may be old and need to lose a few, but I can flatten a grown man with a round-house kick to the temple. I can run miles and barely break a sweat. I can out jump any of the young thangs in my aerobic class and still keep going as they lay on the floor gasping for air. Except for the men, I use the highest amount of poundage on my barbell in my power lifting class. Two days ago, my blood pressure was 98 over 54, my heart rate was 68. Still, to look at me? … feh :rolleyes: