While I am not usually a fan of the snappy insult in return for clueless cruelty, I do think this woman had it coming. And as much as I prefer to rise above the fray when possible, there are times when something Needs To Be Said.
Here’s what I need to say:
I stand being fat every day because there is more to me than a superficial shell…though that superficial shell looks damn good, thank you very much.
I stand being fat every day because it’s a better look on me than the stress of trying desperately to fit into a mold I will never actually fit.
I stand being fat every day by knowing that even if someone doesn’t like the way I look or the way I dress, they can still connect with a vital, interesting mind underneath.
I stand being fat every day by enjoying the love of friends, family, neighbors, and a cat who thinks I’m his pajamas.
I stand being fat every day because it’s a part of who I am, and on the whole, I’d rather be me than anyone else in the world.
Why? Because I’m superfantastic, I rock, and I have a good time with my life. I can write. I can sing. I can make my own lace. I can remember the words to all the Monty Python routines that make me laugh like a loon. I can get obscure references to historical oddities. I can entertain a small child. I can bake fabulous pies. I can speak intelligently on Jacobean theater and the latest episode of Project Runway as well as literature, classical music, rock music, the evolution of the bustle, and myriad other subjects. I can listen to others in pain and give comfort. I can appreciate a well-turned phrase and a well-turned shoe. I can carry a heavier load than you’d think. What’s more, nobody can take that away from me no matter what I weigh.
Why? Because not one of those things has a damn thing to do with my waistline. And if there are people who cannot see beyond my dress size, I feel sorry for them.
Amusingly enough, there’s nothing that irritates people like that more than being pitied.