ATrollFromTheFatBoard
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News flash!!! Fat people know they're fat!!
Gee, thanks. How would you feel if I just looked at you and decided that you made me ill? I don't even know anything about you.
Well, duh.
In most cases it goes something like this:
Wake up one morning, note trouble zipping up pants. Or: Buy new outfit, look in mirror and notice you don't look the way the model in the picture did wearing it.
Hate self. Tell self you are fat and ugly, and no one will ever want to be with you again. Tell self how lazy and bad you are.
Start diet. Confine self to the foods one hates, yearning for whatever you aren't allowing self to have. Start exercising. Note how out of shape you are. Hate every minute.
Be miserable every second, worrying about the new things you have to do that you don't want to do, and the things you used to like that you can never do again.
Hate feeling miserable worrying about these things. Break diet for "just this one thing." Then berate self. Since self has screwed the whole day up and hates this anyway, self will now allow "one day off" and eat whatever. Self pigs out on junk, junk, junk. Yell at self some more. Feel worse.
Struggle the remainder of month. Weigh self at end of month, discover five pound weight gain.
Repeat endlessly for remainder of life.
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This is how most fat people live. I know, I've been one for ten years and know a lot of others who are also struggling. I personally am FED UP with the Holy Quest for The Perfect Body Shape, not to mention fed up with lots of other popular wisdom I've received.
"Wear these jeans and get your hair cut like that," they said. "Then you will fit in and everyone will like you."
Struggle for some years with silly rules. Break down, buy jeans, cut hair. Everyone hates me anyway.
"Don't spend time goofing off," they said. "Work hard, and worry about a social life and free time AFTER the work is done. Make A's."
Work, work, work, work. Miss most of childhood and high school. Eventually get into a level of schooling where no amount of effort can produce the desired A. Graduate *less* fit for my profession than most of my peers, because I wasted time in pursuit of the wrong thing, when extracurricular professional clubs would have been much more beneficial.
"Sex is sinful," they said. "Wait til you are married."
Live 30 years, realize self will never get married, go ahead and have sex and realize they are all full of shit.
"Go to school and get a good education," they said. "Then you'll be set for life."
Went to school and went to school and WENT to school. Ignored desire for time off. Graduated to join what has to be one of the world's most overworked and underpaid professions, struggling under a MOUNTAIN of debt I will never be able to pay off even if I do live to be 100, crippling my ability to save for old age, travel, take vacation time, or even own a decent car.
"Do all of this," they said, "for it is the Key To A Happy Life."
I don't think so anymore.
So when I hear advice like, "Do WHATEVER IT TAKES to look like this: (insert image of your choice here), for anyone who does not is lazy, ugly, stupid, not fit for human company, and will be spit upon by all of humanity; not to mention they are killing themselves and *I* have to pay for it," I just ... spit back. NONE of this horseshit has EVER done what it was supposed to do: make me happy and lead me to "the good life," whatever that is. I was killing myself BEFORE. Now I am taking care of myself the way *I* want to, and if someone doesn't think my body looks appealing to them, well, fuck them.
I am never, never again going to sacrifice my happiness to some external yardstick society wants to measure me by. That doesn't mean I eat only Cheetos and never get up off the couch. What it does mean is that *I,* not YOU, have to like what I do, and if I don't like it, I don't do it!!
I haven't been a pretty little package for quite some time and I never will be again. But I can lift more weight than I used to and I am working on lifting more. I can jog a mile if I want to, and I can power walk a mile and a half. I can actually use the Roman chair now, when a few months ago I couldn't do a single lift. I have healthy blood sugar, healthy blood pressure, and healthy cholesterol levels. And, most important, I have a HEALTHY MENTAL OUTLOOK, which I didn't achieve until I tossed society's "shoulds" into the dumpster where they belong.
Quit being such a sheep. What "shoulds" are you daily attacking yourself with? You might be happier if you threw them out the window!!!
I hate to say it but fat people make me ill
Gee, thanks. How would you feel if I just looked at you and decided that you made me ill? I don't even know anything about you.
you know they had to look in the mirror and see what was happening this didnt happen over night
Well, duh.
In most cases it goes something like this:
Wake up one morning, note trouble zipping up pants. Or: Buy new outfit, look in mirror and notice you don't look the way the model in the picture did wearing it.
Hate self. Tell self you are fat and ugly, and no one will ever want to be with you again. Tell self how lazy and bad you are.
Start diet. Confine self to the foods one hates, yearning for whatever you aren't allowing self to have. Start exercising. Note how out of shape you are. Hate every minute.
Be miserable every second, worrying about the new things you have to do that you don't want to do, and the things you used to like that you can never do again.
Hate feeling miserable worrying about these things. Break diet for "just this one thing." Then berate self. Since self has screwed the whole day up and hates this anyway, self will now allow "one day off" and eat whatever. Self pigs out on junk, junk, junk. Yell at self some more. Feel worse.
Struggle the remainder of month. Weigh self at end of month, discover five pound weight gain.
Repeat endlessly for remainder of life.
_____________________
This is how most fat people live. I know, I've been one for ten years and know a lot of others who are also struggling. I personally am FED UP with the Holy Quest for The Perfect Body Shape, not to mention fed up with lots of other popular wisdom I've received.
"Wear these jeans and get your hair cut like that," they said. "Then you will fit in and everyone will like you."
Struggle for some years with silly rules. Break down, buy jeans, cut hair. Everyone hates me anyway.
"Don't spend time goofing off," they said. "Work hard, and worry about a social life and free time AFTER the work is done. Make A's."
Work, work, work, work. Miss most of childhood and high school. Eventually get into a level of schooling where no amount of effort can produce the desired A. Graduate *less* fit for my profession than most of my peers, because I wasted time in pursuit of the wrong thing, when extracurricular professional clubs would have been much more beneficial.
"Sex is sinful," they said. "Wait til you are married."
Live 30 years, realize self will never get married, go ahead and have sex and realize they are all full of shit.
"Go to school and get a good education," they said. "Then you'll be set for life."
Went to school and went to school and WENT to school. Ignored desire for time off. Graduated to join what has to be one of the world's most overworked and underpaid professions, struggling under a MOUNTAIN of debt I will never be able to pay off even if I do live to be 100, crippling my ability to save for old age, travel, take vacation time, or even own a decent car.
"Do all of this," they said, "for it is the Key To A Happy Life."
I don't think so anymore.
So when I hear advice like, "Do WHATEVER IT TAKES to look like this: (insert image of your choice here), for anyone who does not is lazy, ugly, stupid, not fit for human company, and will be spit upon by all of humanity; not to mention they are killing themselves and *I* have to pay for it," I just ... spit back. NONE of this horseshit has EVER done what it was supposed to do: make me happy and lead me to "the good life," whatever that is. I was killing myself BEFORE. Now I am taking care of myself the way *I* want to, and if someone doesn't think my body looks appealing to them, well, fuck them.
I am never, never again going to sacrifice my happiness to some external yardstick society wants to measure me by. That doesn't mean I eat only Cheetos and never get up off the couch. What it does mean is that *I,* not YOU, have to like what I do, and if I don't like it, I don't do it!!
I haven't been a pretty little package for quite some time and I never will be again. But I can lift more weight than I used to and I am working on lifting more. I can jog a mile if I want to, and I can power walk a mile and a half. I can actually use the Roman chair now, when a few months ago I couldn't do a single lift. I have healthy blood sugar, healthy blood pressure, and healthy cholesterol levels. And, most important, I have a HEALTHY MENTAL OUTLOOK, which I didn't achieve until I tossed society's "shoulds" into the dumpster where they belong.
Quit being such a sheep. What "shoulds" are you daily attacking yourself with? You might be happier if you threw them out the window!!!