Recently, I was watching a reality TV show. What can I say? I am addicted to watching people with more fucked up lives than mine. It makes me feel better about myself. Go ahead and call me petty, it isn’t anything new to me. I embrace my pettiness.
Back to the topic at hand; the show featured a fat woman who weighed over 300 lbs. She would go on and on about how much happier she was now that she was fat. Usually, she would be talking about it while she was eating some kind of fried food dripping with a high-fat ranch dressing. She would go on to say how when she was skinnier, she was no where near as happy. Can someone give me a “bullshit?” Then, while shopping, she went on to complain about how there are no nice clothes in her size She believed that if restaurants can sell a person as much food as she can eat, then clothing manufacturers should cater to her size and make clothing that fit her and looked stylish. Needless to say I was screaming at the TV something to the effect of, “No one forced ten Big Macs down your gullet, you heifer!”
The truth is I get really fed up with fat people complaining about how they are being treated by society. I understand that some people have a weight problem as well as I also understand how hard it is to lose the weight. Honey, I am still hanging on to an extra 20 lbs worth of baby fat from my daughter, and she is almost five years old. I have relatives who have had weight problems their entire lives. Not once did they say they were happy about it, nor did they demand everyone cater to their weight. If I appear to be staring at you, it isn’t because I am being rude. It is because you are so big, my eyes cannot avoid you. If you want to wear nice clothing, lose weight. If you want to ride a roller coaster, lose weight. If you want to pay for one airplane ticket instead of two because your fat ass can’t fit into one seat, lose weight. Until you have done everything medically possible to lose weight short of starving yourself to death, I don’t want to hear any complaining.
It may seem harsh, but that is the world we live in. Everyone must be held accountable for their own actions. If I have offended you, then maybe it is time to discover who you are really upset with. I have a feeling if you look in the mirror, you might find that person. Then, after a considerable amount of weeping and self-loathing, get off your fat ass and do something about it. No need to thank me.
