It's almost like being racist.- WARNING, Ranting ahead.
I just want to know why they hate us so much. Why they put us down, want us to die. And then when we cry or get upset or whine, we're 'taking away our only saving trait'- our personality.
Day after day I have to read things about how much the world and individuals hate fat people. I see it in the book reviews for books I read. I see it in the way people look at me, even if I smile at them kindly.
I just would like to know....what have we ever done to you that makes us such an eyesore you genuinely wish we would die? Honestly, other than television exercise programs, I'm surprised there's not a cult out to lynch or murder us.
Why? Why and how am I supposed to bring children into this world when people hate someone simply for how they look? To make it a better place? Great, but how the hell can I even have the courage to go out and get married...when I am stared at in contempt and constantly judged. And oh, even if I do meet someone, the mere thought of me being with this person...is nauseating to people. The thought of me having sex makes people wanna puke.
And people ask why I don't fucking date? Are you fucking kidding me?
And how the hell am I supposed to write books...when all my plus size women are either terrified, pissed off or hurt now? They don't want me to write their stories. And who blames them? I wouldn't want to be fucking bashed just for existing. It's a great feeling. Like being in elementary school again, when a kid told me I should be shot like a wounded horse. Yeah, freaking four grader there....
I'm not saying this to any of you, because I know you're my friends and don't feel this way. Hopefully. I just....I really needed to vent. It's all I've been hearing about lately and....well, it makes functioning really difficult. I just wish I had gotten better genes.
Day after day I have to read things about how much the world and individuals hate fat people. I see it in the book reviews for books I read. I see it in the way people look at me, even if I smile at them kindly.
I just would like to know....what have we ever done to you that makes us such an eyesore you genuinely wish we would die? Honestly, other than television exercise programs, I'm surprised there's not a cult out to lynch or murder us.
Why? Why and how am I supposed to bring children into this world when people hate someone simply for how they look? To make it a better place? Great, but how the hell can I even have the courage to go out and get married...when I am stared at in contempt and constantly judged. And oh, even if I do meet someone, the mere thought of me being with this person...is nauseating to people. The thought of me having sex makes people wanna puke.
And people ask why I don't fucking date? Are you fucking kidding me?
And how the hell am I supposed to write books...when all my plus size women are either terrified, pissed off or hurt now? They don't want me to write their stories. And who blames them? I wouldn't want to be fucking bashed just for existing. It's a great feeling. Like being in elementary school again, when a kid told me I should be shot like a wounded horse. Yeah, freaking four grader there....
I'm not saying this to any of you, because I know you're my friends and don't feel this way. Hopefully. I just....I really needed to vent. It's all I've been hearing about lately and....well, it makes functioning really difficult. I just wish I had gotten better genes.