Leave a comment

alicetheowl July 19 2010, 03:53:50 UTC
I hate how the admission of fatness has to come with a list of everything you're doing right.

That's not a slam on you. I know why you included all that. If you don't, you get people who are "concerned" about your "health," and who feel a need to evangelize about the "eat less, exercise more" mantra.

It just irritates me. Who's to say that I, as a woman with stellar blood pressure and cholesterol and blood sugar, who exercises for an hour a day, am any less healthy than someone who pours salt onto his food, eats at McDonald's every day, works in an office and plunks down in front of the TV every single night? At first glance, the lazy slob is way better off than me, because he doesn't bulge noticeably.

Why the hell should I have to explain what's between me and my doctor? Who am I hurting, if I choose to fall off the wagon and have ice cream for dinner every night this week? Why is it someone's job to point out the error of my ways, and guilt-trip me until I at least stop admitting it? Does guilting people actually help? No, it doesn't. It just makes the self-important (presumably) skinny person feel more self-righteous.

So, yeah. Fat people as an object lesson. Sick of it.

Reply

iteari July 19 2010, 07:17:56 UTC
That's not a slam on you. I know why you included all that. If you don't, you get people who are "concerned" about your "health," and who feel a need to evangelize about the "eat less, exercise more" mantra.

Oh, don't worry about it. It's cool. I hear you. TBH, you're right, that is why I stated I was healthy. I just do not want to deal with that stuff anymore. It gets so tiring to hear all the fucking time it's like a defense mechanism now. I just want to avoid it like a virus.

Reply

alicetheowl July 19 2010, 23:54:14 UTC
I can't say I blame you in the least. I do the same thing, for the same reason, and I'm getting really tired of it. I'm a lot more tired, though, of the hateful comments I get if I leave out the, "See how good I am!" paragraph, or the random derogatory comments I get on the street or at the gym (when I'm goddamn EXERCISING argh), or the pitying looks my husband gets for being stuck with a human balloon.

We're all human, I guess, unless we don't look like the people we like looking at this week.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up