Bad Thoughts
I occasionally follow the flashes of lives revealed on twitter and beyond through Favrd. Today there was an interesting discussion about weight and women. Links summarized here.
The comment that really hit me was from Frageelay:I’ll admit that I’ve wondered from time to time what kind of cockeating shitbag can’t stand the very sight of me because of my imperfect body.
Because I get that. Usually it's yelled (or barked) out of cars or expressed in more subtle ways, because I'm 5'10" in my boots and I look pretty pissed off a lot of the time, so guys are occasionally careful enough not to say this shit to my face.
Had I been Frageelay in this case, I either would've frozen solid in a mixture of fear, frustration, and anger or I would've dodged the bouncer and grabbed the kid by the throat to hold him still for easier access to his nuts.
I cannot sufficiently express the pain caused by people doing the "can't stand to be in the same room with such ugliness as you" thing. And when I have tried, people have told me that I'm exaggerating or imagining things.
I'm not. This attitude is real. Some of us have to deal with it every day. If you have EVER discounted this pain as not-real, FUCK YOU. I know I should have stronger self-esteem, but I don't. I just don't.
And don't offer me any practical solutions. I'm VENTING.
Thank you.