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Okay.. Im seriously sick and tired of people looking at us fat people with fucking disgust over what we eat.. let us fucking be, let us pollute our bodies as much as we possibly can. WE ARENT HURTING YOU!! We arent taking food from your mouths, so please dont stop and stare at the animals as you pass by. Maybe its time we start charging other to look at us, is a fat person that fucking freakish, do you always have to make sure they know they are fat. Maybe they have accepted it, JUST LET THEM BE, they dont need a constant fucking reminder that you dont approve of them and their weight. So please next time you see a fat person eating, dont be a fucking COCK and think damn they could be skinny if they didnt eat so much. You do your thing and let them do their thing, for fuck's sake.
Anyway, on a "lighter" note... (wow as I typed that I kinda thought how funny it was). Im doing well, I going to take some classes in the fall for sign language and what not. I have been talking about getting my surgery and its very risky, which of course it is. I think Im still going to do it, I just hate being this way, and just when I think "hey you can do this on your own" or "just get on the treadmill, it will be ok" something goes wrong, or I just dont fucking feel like it... its just not that simple, Im sure if I dont do this surgery, Im going to need lots and lots of fucking therapy to tell me why I eat so much and blah blah blah. I will have to have some personal trainer, blah blah. Just cut my stomach already and get it over with. I hate the fact I have to jump through all these hoops to get it done. And of course the more I think about it, the more I think.. "wow, you fucking pussy, you have come down to this."
Anyway... Im cranky... and why am I fucking cranky? Because Im hungry.. of course, why else are fat girls cranky.. the lack of food.
Okay, love you all bye bye.
Anyway, on a "lighter" note... (wow as I typed that I kinda thought how funny it was). Im doing well, I going to take some classes in the fall for sign language and what not. I have been talking about getting my surgery and its very risky, which of course it is. I think Im still going to do it, I just hate being this way, and just when I think "hey you can do this on your own" or "just get on the treadmill, it will be ok" something goes wrong, or I just dont fucking feel like it... its just not that simple, Im sure if I dont do this surgery, Im going to need lots and lots of fucking therapy to tell me why I eat so much and blah blah blah. I will have to have some personal trainer, blah blah. Just cut my stomach already and get it over with. I hate the fact I have to jump through all these hoops to get it done. And of course the more I think about it, the more I think.. "wow, you fucking pussy, you have come down to this."
Anyway... Im cranky... and why am I fucking cranky? Because Im hungry.. of course, why else are fat girls cranky.. the lack of food.
Okay, love you all bye bye.