So there are folks that are prejudiced - and folks who are racist.
I never thought I was either of those things... but, the older I get, the more raw and nasty I get over people who are thin. I could seriously give a rat's ass about the color of your skin or who you sleep with or your age or your ethnicity or anything else you would like to use to define yourself.
EXCEPT - skinny people.
I don't care if you work out.
I don't care if you obsess over your carbs, your protein intake, your calorie count, your fitness level, your weight or your BMI... go ahead (it's my hobby too)
But if you are thin - I have noticed that over the years - I have gotten worse.
I dislike you on principle alone. Here in the good 'ole USA, your life has been easier than mine. And I am god-damned jealous.
I hate that you can shop in any store and pay less for your clothes.
I hate that you don't elicit the scorn and ridicule of others based on your size alone.
I hate that you have never had to wonder if you are going to break the furniture.
I hate that you have never had to wonder if you are even going to fit in the seat.
I hate that you can dance without reserve and without knowing you are the object of ridicule.
I hate that you can go to the beach without being stared at.
I hate that you can talk about "your fat thighs and your fat ass" in a satirical way because at the end of the day you still wear a size 6.
I fucking hate you and your magical, made up bullshit drama over what dress will fit. (They will all fit dumb ass)
I hate that you think you have flabby arms.
I hate that you think your life really sucks because you "just can't" turn over and tan your ass at the country club pool.
I hate that you could choose to wear designer dresses and I can't because they don't even make them in size.
I hate that I have lost opportunities in this world to people who were thinner than me.
I hate having to pretend that I give a shit about your new diet.
I hate that I am bound both emotionally and physically to beauty ideal that I can not easily achieve.
Time on this earth is limited. What I do with that time says volumes. I can make myself happy with food or I can choose not to. If food is love in my family - and it is - I feel trapped.
I have an unhealthy relationship with my body and food.
I am not a special flower. I am one if a field of American women who are completely and totally fucked up when it comes to body image and food. Do you need proof? Look at the diet and exercise business... (it might was well be the industrial-military complex). Hundreds of millions of dollars made off the backs of average women with a sickness.
I hate skinny people.
