Unsent Letters: the Fat Girl edition
Dear Douchebag at the convenience store yesterday:
News flash. I guarantee you that I know for a fact that I am fat. Knowing this, I made a conscious decision to not subsist on salad and water and went to the convenience store to buy funions and those Snickers ice cream bars. I knew when I bought them that these things have no nutritional value whatsoever. That’s why I bought them. I am also a grown adult, and if I want to clog my arteries, who is going to stop me?
I did not appreciate you telling me your inspiring story of losing 100 pounds on Weight Watchers. Far from inspiring me–as you hoped given that you actually did use the word inspire when you told me this story–it made me want to punch you in the face. It also inspired me never to consider Weight Watchers as as a viable diet plan, lest I run into your douchey self there. Oddly enough, this is exactly how I feel about evangelical Christianity. I don’t like being prosseletized about my god, and I don’t like being prosseletized about my weight. Because you know what? It is absolutely none of your fucking business. I don’t care that you’re right. You’re not one of the people in my life who is allowed to make that kind of criticism of a complete stranger.
Also, at least I *walked* to the convenience store in order to get my arteries clogged. Your lazy ass drove.
No love,
Shannon
People can be such intrusive jerks :shakes head: Sorry you had to put up with that, Shannon.
I hate people like that! I have written letters just like this in my head so many times. Seriously, people need to mind their own business!
I think I love you.
I think all people who are overweight, know they are overweight. We don’t need anyone telling us what is obvious.
And what’s worse it that this person was obviously overweight at one point and yet conveniently forgets what it’s like to go around being judged and looked at in a negative way because of being overweight.
Turd.
I can’t believe someone who was over-weight at one time actually had the nerve to speak to you that way. I’m very over-weight, probably into the morbidly obese cat., though I don’t look like it.
What I HATE the most is when a stranger asks me when I’m due! Usually it’s asked in front of a bunch of people too. If I was preggers, I’m sure I’d be talking about it.
I really shouldn’t be surprised that there are such idiotic ass clowns out there.
Oh my god. What an ass. I know someone with an eating disorder. DO NOT get me started on people who think it’s ok to make comments about someone else’s body.
my girlfriend gas an eating disorder called bulimia, she always throws up what she eats.:.,
i have a friend who has eating disorder, she was rehabilitated when she almost died.*’~