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Just sitting my fat butt down long enough to wonder this: Why on earth does anyone care how fat or skinny we are, and why on earth would anyone assume that it’s important to anyone else to be sexy/desirable/beautiful/hot to the general public anyway?
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But haven’t you heard? Women are valued only for their looks, and if you don’t fit into a very narrow prescribed norm of beauty, well, then, you’re barely human. It doesn’t matter how good you feel about yourself, it doesn’t matter that you’re raising an amazing child, it doesn’t matter how funny or smart or kind hearted you are, because at the end of the day you are only valued for what you look like on the outside. Your sole purpose as a woman is to look good, and if you don’t look good, either mutilate yourself to the point that you do or don’t leave the house.
So, fat chicks, lose weight! Skinny chicks, get some boobs! Old chicks, don’t wrinkle or go gray! Hairy chicks, become hairless! Tall chicks, get shorter! Short chicks, grow a couple inches!
I mean, I hate to be cynical, but that’s the message I get. And I was able to ignore it for a long time, until I lost some weight. People we so much nicer to me that I decided, come hell or high water, I wasn’t going back to being a fatty. So, like those concentration camp victims **Completely **lauded above, I starved myself for a while, till I realized how stupid I was being. Yeah, I lost weight, but I also endangered my health and fucked up my metabolism. So, even though I ate a healthy, vegan diet and exercised a bunch, I gained it all back plus some more.
Thus, I’m also a bit cynical about people who give me crap about my weight with a thin veneer of “I’m concerned about your health.” Bullshit. I disgust you, and you can’t look at me without the fear that one day you might look like me. So, you clutch that “health concern” excuse, and pray at the alters of Atkins and South Beach and BMI that you can have the moral strength to keep the fat away.
And as much as I plug up my ears and chant, “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me!” words *do *hurt. And everytime I walk down the street, I know a lot of people are wishing I didn’t leave my house. So excuse me if I get a little of the fat girl sass when some trolls on the internet decide they need to tell me shit I get everyday, that because of my weight I’m worthless and lazy and emotionally disturbed and immoral and, hopefully, easy. Because contrary to popular belief, there are plenty of men who are more than willing to bed a fat girl and they tend to be rather aggressive. And, you may not believe it, but I’m happy and healthy. I have a great life. I just don’t need to hear this shit, and I don’t need people telling other women (or men) this shit.
Your mileage may vary, and so forth.