D and I just talked about some myths...and some general observations about life that we know as fat people. These opinions are just that - opinions. If you're offended, or don't agree - feel free to share your version. America is a free country, after all. :-)
Myths about being fat (from our perspective):
We all eat McDonald's. 24/7...
...gross. Nope. Try again. I'm not fat because of fast food...I'm fat because of cheesecake, portions that were 3X a normal size, chicken parm and martinis. Lots of martinis. D's claim to fat is hamburgers, pizza and soda.
We're all slobs who can't dress.
Hahahaha NO. D and I both dress fabulously. Name brands, fantastic outfits. We're styling!
We gorge ourselves all day long and love buffets.
I hate buffets...too much food, being touched by too many people. We've both also gone whole days without eating much. We're not in this position because we at constantly, but rather because we didn't control WHAT we ate and why.
We have NO idea we're actually fat.
This always makes me laugh. People look at us as if we're in the dark. Like being fat is a secret that we haven't yet figured out. We know. Trust me. Our house does have mirrors. Several, in fact.
We instantly connect with other fat people.
Again, not true. My BFF is small, in shape and takes a size 8 (if I had to guess). D's BFF is tall, skinny as a pole and weighs about 130 pounds soaking wet. Sure, we both have friends who are overweight, but we weren't drawn to them because of that. In fact, I tend to avoid other fat women...they're usually bitter and depressing. Who needs that?!
It's not our fault we're fat.
FALSE! Who's fault is it?! It's not genetics, it's not our environment...we made bad choices, we're paying the price. Fin.
We hate your stupid nicknames. And you.
Derek has always been plagued with nicknames. Everywhere we go, someone wants to dub him "Big Man" or"Big D" or make mention to him being a brick shit house. He doesn't point out your tiny c*ck, so don't point out the fact that he's big.
Fat people aren't people.
I don't know who thought this one up, but somewhere along the lines fat became a flaw. Oh, he's funny, smart and cute? Oh, wait...he's FAT? Ew, he'd make a lousy boyfriend! We shouldn't have to overcompensate for being fat, but we do.
If I lose weight, my entire life will be better.
Bullshit. If you hate your job, hate your friends, have no romantic life and are fat....only one of those will be solved by losing weight. Change your eating habits, and your attitude.
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Some Observations (*S solo):
Disgusting men think it's OK to hit on you...
...and expect you to lap up their attention just because you're fat. They're not cute. Making comments about my booty makes them even less cute. Go away. Now.
We're invisible.
Every day I walk into work holding at least 4 things (purse, lunch, coffee...who knows what). I can't tell you how many times someone sees me struggling trying to open the door; and ignores me. However! The SECOND I am walking with a skinny woman - poof, instant door holding!! It's sad. There are exceptions; I do work with some guys who are genuine sweethearts, but they're few and far between.
"Fat" precedes every name someone calls us.
Fat bitch, fat fuck, fat pig....you name it, you can add fat to it. It's ridiculous. It's also incredibly uninspired. Try harder next time you want to insult us.
Fat women put out.
Nope, not true. Sure, some...errr...MOST do. It's a self-esteem thing. I'm not saying I have high self-esteem...but I don't need to sleep with random people to make myself feel good. If you do, I pity you. That ain't how I roll.
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