I read this article today on the Boundless Blog – The Line – about well…being fat. At least being fat from the perspective of someone who isn’t fat. Yep. I have issue with this on a lot of levels…you can’t know unless you have been there. And you can’t realize the damage you can do to someone who is still there.
So this guy was on a singles forum and there was a girl who complained – or commented? – that she had not ever been on a date. Her profile picture was attached to the posting. And he thought “Maybe it’s because you’re fat.” That very well may be true. I can testify to that sort of life. But – and this is where I object to the article – he resorted to calling her names. In trying to describe her he said fat, morbidly obese (neither of which I had issue with) and “an unhealthy beach ball of a woman” … there is it. Name calling.
It was unnecessary. It was uncalled for. I agree with most of what he had to say but he really lost me when he resorted to that description. He could have stopped at the medical terms. But in his rush to “be real” and to “tell the truth” he resorted to name calling. And there I draw the line.
I did comment. I told him he crossed the line. They may post it, they may not. Who knows. And coming from a fat girl, you may think I am oversensitive. And maybe I am. But I have spent my whole life worrying about weight and appearance and looks and how people perceive me. I have no misconceptions about the life I live. I know I am fat. I know I am morbidly obese. I know people can be bothered by it. I know it cuts down my social life. I know most men don’t like it. And I know if I don’t change it I will end up alone, or worse, dead. I know all that.
What I don’t need is someone acting as if I am oblivious to it. I know. You don’t have to drill it home to me. I live it everyday. And you don’t.