"Hello, I'm Fat" can't be my autobiography title...
...because somebody already took it. But it should be, really.
(NOTE:I have not had issues with being fat for some time, thanks, in fact not since I was in my early 20s and discovered that fatchicks can be as attractive as any others and I have never lacked for sex partners, so it is not like it impedes my social life.)
The office I work in is closed evenings and weekends, we don't let anyone in the office outside of office hours, it is company policy. I was rather disconcerted when there was a knock at the door and some chick yelling from the hallway. So this is one of the new employees showing up at the door wanting to be let in. I explained that nobody was here and that we don't let anyone in after office hours and if she wanted to leave a message for the boss she would have to wait in the hall and I would bring her paper and pen. She reaches out (I am leaning on the doorjamb holding the door closed) and puts her hand on my belly and says "oh, do you have a new baby?" I am still rather discombobulated from the unexpected interruption and just say "uh, no I am just fat." She says, "oh, you just had a baby then?" "No," I reply, "I am infertile and fat, really. Let me just get you that paper to leave a message for the boss." "oh, I used to be heavy," she says. I shut the door. And think to myself, 'whatever, don't fucking touch me, bitch.'
Now, I have always been a woman of size. I was not thin as a kid, though significantly thinner than now, so I have been fat and happy for a while, thanks. As a kid my doctor told my mother that a combination of the illnesses I had and the drugs I had to take to fix that would pretty much guarantee that I would be heavyset all my life, chronic illness being what it is. I come from a family of heavy people, and I have no desire to change either my habits or my interests.
Having dealt with the infertility issue quite a while ago, it does not really bother me much except when I encounter people who treat their kids like hell or neglect them and I think to myself "how fair is it that these total wastes of space get to have kids and I don't?" but really, I don't want to share the horror that is my genetics with the next generation, I wouldn't wish my medical history on anybody, so there ya go.
So I have never even thought about what an invasion it must be for every pregnant woman on the face of the planet who suddenly finds her body is public fucking property as every stranger she meets PUTS THEIR HANDS ON HER BELLY WITHOUT HER PERMISSION. I have to tell you, I am pretty fucking offended. And the comment "I used to be heavy" as if it equates to "I used to have cancer". HELLO DUMBASS, THIS IS ME NOT GIVING A SHIT.
And it is not like this is the first time people have made assumptions about me based on my looks, size, what I wear, whatever.
Mostly I am pissed off that some total stranger TOUCHED ME on the assumption that it was ok because I'm pregnant.
If I were actually pregnant I would be feeling even more invaded by that behavior, I think.
So yeah, um, ick.
I want a shower now.
(NOTE:I have not had issues with being fat for some time, thanks, in fact not since I was in my early 20s and discovered that fatchicks can be as attractive as any others and I have never lacked for sex partners, so it is not like it impedes my social life.)
The office I work in is closed evenings and weekends, we don't let anyone in the office outside of office hours, it is company policy. I was rather disconcerted when there was a knock at the door and some chick yelling from the hallway. So this is one of the new employees showing up at the door wanting to be let in. I explained that nobody was here and that we don't let anyone in after office hours and if she wanted to leave a message for the boss she would have to wait in the hall and I would bring her paper and pen. She reaches out (I am leaning on the doorjamb holding the door closed) and puts her hand on my belly and says "oh, do you have a new baby?" I am still rather discombobulated from the unexpected interruption and just say "uh, no I am just fat." She says, "oh, you just had a baby then?" "No," I reply, "I am infertile and fat, really. Let me just get you that paper to leave a message for the boss." "oh, I used to be heavy," she says. I shut the door. And think to myself, 'whatever, don't fucking touch me, bitch.'
Now, I have always been a woman of size. I was not thin as a kid, though significantly thinner than now, so I have been fat and happy for a while, thanks. As a kid my doctor told my mother that a combination of the illnesses I had and the drugs I had to take to fix that would pretty much guarantee that I would be heavyset all my life, chronic illness being what it is. I come from a family of heavy people, and I have no desire to change either my habits or my interests.
Having dealt with the infertility issue quite a while ago, it does not really bother me much except when I encounter people who treat their kids like hell or neglect them and I think to myself "how fair is it that these total wastes of space get to have kids and I don't?" but really, I don't want to share the horror that is my genetics with the next generation, I wouldn't wish my medical history on anybody, so there ya go.
So I have never even thought about what an invasion it must be for every pregnant woman on the face of the planet who suddenly finds her body is public fucking property as every stranger she meets PUTS THEIR HANDS ON HER BELLY WITHOUT HER PERMISSION. I have to tell you, I am pretty fucking offended. And the comment "I used to be heavy" as if it equates to "I used to have cancer". HELLO DUMBASS, THIS IS ME NOT GIVING A SHIT.
And it is not like this is the first time people have made assumptions about me based on my looks, size, what I wear, whatever.
Mostly I am pissed off that some total stranger TOUCHED ME on the assumption that it was ok because I'm pregnant.
If I were actually pregnant I would be feeling even more invaded by that behavior, I think.
So yeah, um, ick.
I want a shower now.