Sunday, March 24, 2013
We're told that being fat is ugly, unhealthy, it's rampant and it's going to kill us. We're discriminated against both behind our backs and in front of our faces. We're made figures of fun both publicly and privately. No one sees us as a person of worth, at least no one worth mentioning. I realize that this is coming off as a rant, forgive my indulgence for a millisecond. I'm mad and I simply can't control the words being typed.
I was walking back to my hotel room after approximately 40 minutes of cardio and weightlifting in the hotel gym...I was in my gym clothes and none of those are baggy. Some prominently browed knuckle-dragger laughed at me. Like "who are you trying to fool?" I never so much wanted to punch another guy in the face as in that moment. Seeing that I am not a person who condones violence or would recommend violence to others I just muttered under my breath and walked away. "Who asked you?" Yeah, I know I'm fat. Unlike this soon to be extinct poor excuse for a neanderthal I'm on a mission. That mission is self-improvement. A mission that would never be understood by someone who recently just came down from the trees. That arrogant a-hole probably does that sort of thing to make himself feel better. I just pity that sort of person because when all is said and done and time passes enough to make him an infirm old man his children, learning from their father's example, will stick him in a cut-rate old-folks home where his poor treatment of people like myself will be visited upon him threefold. Karma, baby!
P.S. your voice needs to be louder and stronger than the voices of all the naysayers. Love ya!