Then what the fuck are you? Don’t say fluffy either. If I cut you open do you think marshmallow fluff would come pouring out? A little bit extra? Extra what? Fries? That’s the only goddamn thing that’s extra about you and it’s fine. Live your life how ever the fuck you want. Eat as much as you want and exercise as little as you want. Believe me, I’m currently losing weight and while my height hides how much I need to lose, if you called me fat I wouldn’t exactly be offended.
If you’re American and I call you American, would you get offended? What if you graduated from an institution of higher learning and I said “Hey, you’re a college graduate”, would that send off your “offense taken” meter? I don’t think so, but the motherfucking moment I point out that you are lazily carrying around extra weight that you don’t see to be trying to get rid of I have to listen to your cake-eating ass try to shame me.
And let’s stop it with the fucking excuses too.
“I’ve always struggled with my weight.”
Since when has refusing to stop eating shit and go exercise been an insurmountable struggle?
“I don’t even eat that much.”
You do realize that it’s calories in, and calories out, right? You may not eat more than once a day but eating 4000 calories in one sitting is probably whats keeping your hippo-sized ass overweight. Your body is a direct reflection of how you treat it. You didn’t get that size by eating right and exercising strictly. This is a fact.
“Everyone in my family is this size. It’s genetic.”
So everyone in your family also eats like shit and that’s where you got it from? I’ve seen people with bodies that could never be small. Some people have huge frames with big torsos etc. But I’ve never met a person whose normal achievable weight was 100 pounds over what was ideal for their height. Maybe 110 and 5’1 is isn’t possible for you but I highly doubt 200 is the correct weight either.
I’m so fucking tired of having to bite my tongue and use all kinds of other euphemisms for fat other than just fucking saying fat. I’d like to know why calling you fat makes you feel worse about yourself than saying “more to love”. Why the hell is that? Are you still not 60 pounds overweight regardless as to what I call you? Do you still not put down 2 cakes and half a tub of ice cream a day because you’re now considered “big and beautiful” rather than just “fat as fuck”?
I can’t understand why people think it’s okay to police the words other people are allowed to use when the word in question describes you exactly as you are. People think that fat has negative connotation and it does. Mostly because human beings were not created to be overweight and even though fat people know this they continually try to deny it. Does it hurt your feeling that the human body operates at it’s best when it eats certain food and weighs a certain amount? Are you going to go eat the emotions that this fact brings about?
If you say “fat is beautiful”, I’d have to staple my hand to my side to prevent myself from the instant “slap an asshole” reaction. Are extremely rotted teeth beautiful? If you really believed that was true you wouldn’t have to go around saying it. You wouldn’t be on Facebook shaming a woman for staying in shape despite having multiple children. You wouldn’t bitch someones ears off for saying they preferred a person of a certain weight–usually not fat. You wouldn’t be avoiding mirrors at every turn because it forces you to acknowledge what you’ve done to yourself.
Let’s be honest for a moment. You don’t hate the word fat. You hate being fat.
Contrary to what most people think, I believe there are actual fat people out there who like it. There are people out there who want to gain the weight, accept the judgements that come with it, and only fuck around with other people who like and accept it. Those are the only people I feel sorry for. Sorry, not because of the judgements they get, but because they have to be affiliated with the rest of you losers.
“The rest of us?”, you ask?
The people who sit around day in day out eating snacks and watching TV and refusing to exercise. Then mustering up what little energy they’re okay with expending for the day to sign a petition to shut down some website, business, or TV show because a person dared to find you disgusting. The people who bitch, moan and groan that all other people get rid of any preferences they might have that doesn’t include a 500 pound beached whale with an affinity for chocolate fountains. The self-haters who, instead of just losing the weight to become more attractive, try and tear down anyone who is attractive and force our society as a whole to lower the bar.
You sluggish pieces of shit can fuck off. Royally. With cheese.
You can fuck off back to whatever buffet you prefer to patron. You can fuck off to your “Fat Acceptance of America” groups. You can fuck off back to the parachute company that makes clothing in your sizes. You can fuck off to the couch or chair with a permanent indentation of your fat ass. Just fuck off.
I will call you fat if I want to. I’m not trying to put you down, it’s merely an observation. An accurate one at that. So the moment you decide you don’t want to be considered fat anymore, lose the fucking weight. Your discomfort with your weight is your problem, not mine.