Hey you. Yeah, you, the douche with the stupid facial hair and the cliché barbed-wire tattoo and the “No Fat Chicks” t-shirt. And you teenage girls with the bitch faces sneering at the overweight girl in your class. And you, chain-smoking fashion editor who’s asking the photo retoucher to make that size 0 model look a little thinner. Oh, and I haven’t forgotten you, evil Internet troll who makes vicious, sick comments about how fat people should die.
You’re all deplorable imitations of human beings. All of you. Who are you to judge? What makes you such experts on beauty? Or experts on ANYTHING, for that matter?
When did it become socially acceptable to discriminate and openly hate because someone is heavy? I must not have received that email. And spare me your pathetic justification that “fat is unhealthy.” As if you really give a shit about anyone’s health. And spare me the argument that obesity will jack up your healthcare bill. That’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard. As if obesity is the sole cause of illness, and as if people with “healthy” BMI have no unhealthy habits.
I am overweight. Fat, even. And you know what? I have just as much right to walk down the street as you do, dickwads. Being overweight—by 5 pounds or 100 pounds—is not a crime. If it offends you that much, then you’re one with the problem. You find me unattractive because I’m fat? Fine, you’re entitled to your opinion there. I might find someone unattractive because they have a stupid haircut or an annoying voice or whatever. I don’t spend time wishing them dead because of it. Reassess your priorities, motherfuckers.
You don’t care that we might be great people. We might be wonderful friends, excellent parents, talented, creative, kind, funny, interesting individuals. But who cares about that? We have committed the mortal sin of not conforming to your aesthetic sense because of our size. Do you have any idea how STUPID that is??
The first time I was targeted because of my weight was when I was about 5 or 6 years old, at summer camp. I wasn’t even fat then, just a little plumper than the other kids my age. I was also about a foot taller than the other kids my age but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I wasn’t skinny like the other girls. So I learned very early about how cruel you can be. And it was all downhill from there. I’ve heard probably every comment an overweight person can hear. Nothing you people do surprises me anymore. Even the scumbag woman on the bus who shoved me and said, “Out of my way, fat bitch.”
It would be impossible for me to sufficiently describe how vile and contemptible I think you fat shamers are; there simply isn’t enough server space in the world to hold all those words. You sicken me with your vitriol and your smug holier-than-thou attitudes. You, who have so, so many fatal flaws, think you’re entitled to point fingers at us?? Fuck you. Our weight is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. Take your hatred and your shaming and shove it up your asses. Better yet, choke on it. You are uglier than any overweight person could ever be.
Ahhhhh, that felt good! I wrote this to kick off a very special week that starts tomorrow at The Outlier Collective. Tune in for a full week of bloggers writing about issues relating to body image, body acceptance, fat shaming, etc. As you can imagine, these are issues near and dear to my heart, hips and thighs, and I’m so happy to have seven wonderful women sharing their perspectives. Please join us!