The Myth of Fat Shaming
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Earlier, I recall the lady minding the school store at Horace O'Bryant Junior High and her all too smug attitude looking down upon me with my fatness and acne when she could barely keep those rolls of fat ladled upon that oak stool she had shoved half way between those gigantic buttocks reeking of disdain and self righteous indignation at the thought of being in my unworthy bluborious presence ...
butt cheeks not withstanding.
I attained a high degree of fitness in my early 20s but never forgot nor forgave the past. This resulted in an aloofness which raises it's ugly head on occasion — evolving into blatant hostility should the need arise. And it has.
So now, it's not so easy to fat shame me. Yeah, I'm pretty hefty but so many more are heavier (or not) but carry that weight with much more difficulty. It seems that the belly fat of metabolic syndrome is not so predominate as the gelatinous rolls so prevalent today and the chinage, love handles, and guts and gunts which appear in our midst everywhere.
I don't care if you're fat. I don't care if you're ugly. However you appear simply cannot affect me because of my history. If your appearance suits you who am I to be concerned with it? The health aspects of overweight are not such the priority with me as they were with almost everyone surrounding me when I was a child. Though indeed some level of morbidity may be present ... it simply cannot own me anymore.
It would seem that the cholesterol lowering agents and the reductase inhibitors do a pretty good job at diluting that crisco blood of mine and the fat is far less visible than it was — because it's visceral; the most dangerous kind. I don't wear a lot of external fat anymore compared to my younger days.
Be all of this as it may I am content to make whatever progress I can and I dare anyone to call me down on my girth. You see, I retain quite a "left" and a "right" as well and it is foolhardy to bring some stick to a gun fight.
If the fatter person is you I will allow you to pass unaccosted because that is my life now. You get to be you and I get to be me. If it floats your boat go for it. Those sophomoric criticisms which pervade social media simply lend credence to the notion that it is populated by narcissistic individuals too preoccupied with primping to trim that hair growing from the big wart on the ends of their nose.
You simply can't play the fat card on me anymore. It doesn't work and it will get you hurt ... feelings or otherwise. Just ask the few "kidders" who took the plunge only to regret it.