First off, FUCK YOU. Second, id it make you feel like a big man to treat me that way? Do you think your two skanky girlfriends will be more likely to fuck you now? Because I don’t get it. I personally would never again speak to someone who could treat another human being the way you treated me. But I guess that’s just me.
I remember way back in grade school reading the book Blubber and crying my eyes out over what that poor little fictional girl went though. Even though I was skinny and cute, it bothered me. And now, I’m her. I’m Blubber. I’m fat.
And what I have finally learned is that when you are fat, or ugly, or disabled, or mentally challenged, or disfigured, is that you have no rights. You have no right to eat, or dance, or be happy, or sing, or do anything. You have no right to be you, be human, have feelings. I’ve learned that people have a right to put their hands on you and you should feel lucky for the attention. Even if they turn and laugh with their friends afterward about the fat/ugly/disfigured/retarded girl.
I’ve learned that even though I treat people with respect, and I work hard to help people and devote time and money to charity and I make people laugh and I love my kids and I take my grandma to bingo and I worry about the homeless and hungry and pray for peace and love and kindness every night, that I am worthless – a joke. That I am defined by my looks, my body. That I am worthless. That I am a joke.
I guess I always did like to be funny, so…thanks...i guess. I hope you all got a kick out of the fat girl.
Saturday, June 13, 2009