First of all, it’s kind of weird to automatically blame parents for a kids weight, especially since some weight problems are genetic – there’s a little girl who lives a few blocks from me who weighs twice what she should, her family is big, too, and I used to babysit for her when she was 3 or 4 and she was heavy then, she’s 9 now and still heavy – they have veggies, fruit, health food, soy milk and nothing really fattening in their kitchen and they take family walks, bike ride, swim – but they’re still overweight and get treated like they’re lazy or slobs. More than once I’ve had to walk the little girl home from school past a particular block in my neighborhood because there are a few little girls in her class who terrorize her and try and beat her up, they call her names and she can’t handle it. For what? Because they have a stupid, ignorant but very popular, predjudice.
Personally, I grew up chubby and I never overate, in fact people made me feel so fat that I excercised all the time and, being a stupid kid, ate almost nothing – I did it for years, and I stayed at a heavier-than-my-friends weight. As soon as my leg got frelled up and I couldn’t walk for a few months ( which is what happens when you don’t have health insurance ) I ballooned up, and I wasn’t eating any more, less or differently than I usually did. I never eat fast food, since I don’t have the money to do so and the nearest fast food place is 30 miles away, nearly, and I don’t have a working car so McD’s wasn’t the culprit, I just couldn’t get up and excercize 2 hours every day anymore.
See, I’m one of those people who have to work twice as hard as my peers and eat half the calories they were eating just to stay at ‘chubby’, which I eventually accepted and now, though I’m heavier than I was then, I still work out every day but I have no desire to eat my old standby of almost nothing. I know I won’t ever be thin, I’m OK with it, but it pisses me off that nobody else seems to be.
Actually, I’ve got a better self image now than I ever have even though now I’m past chubby, I’m downright fat ( and you can deal with it or bite me ), and I look at older pictures of myself before my accident and wonder why I let people tell me I was fat, lazy and ugly. I wasn’t, but I believed everything they said. That screwed with my head, badly, and spent a great portion of my life unable to look myself in the mirror on the off moments when I wasn’t scrutinizing how many pounds I may have lost or gained, I lived on a scale and perminantly chained to nothing but salads, tuna, water and yogurt and counting every calorie as if it were double in hopes of losing that extra five or six pounds. I wish I had a time machine, I wish I could go back and explain to myself that being fat doesn’t have to be a bad thing and that if I let other people control how I see myself then I’m giving them power over me. I hate that. I have a giant, swinging castration complex that won’t let me do that now, lol.
A big problem is that people who consider themselves healthy, who are many times stick skinny and underweight, terrorize overweight people just because they can get away with it. And they justify it by saying that they’re just trying to ‘help’ the person. How, by getting in their business and making them feel worthless? By following a classmate to school, saying you’re going to beat her up? For what? Her size? I know there are a few of that type reading this right now, and let me assure you that you aren’t helping. If someone’s overweight, weither or not it’s their fault, you calling them names and bullying them far into adult life just makes it harder for them to live a happy life.
If someone’s going to make an effort to lose weight because someone ( or many people ) have been putting them down, chances are they’re going to go on crash diets and use pills and supplements because it’s not being healthy that they care about. In fact they probably don’t even care if it kills them, they don’t care if they’re healthy or not, they just want to be thin – they just want you to stop. How is that helpful? Are you high? Is your life not fullfilling enough without torturing someone who obviously has enough to worry about?
While I’m a big advocate of healthy eating and a healthy lifestyle, I think it’s stupid and downright schoolyard to make someone else’s life a living hell just because they don’t look exactly like you. I may never be thin, in fact I know I won’t, but I’d rather like myself and look in the mirror wondering about my stupid hair or trying out a new color of lip gloss than terrified that I may be one pound fatter. Lighten up, people, being skinny doesn’t make you better than anyone else and, let’s face it, there are plenty of skinny people who are just as unhealthy as overweight people so why not get off our tit already? We only get one life, and we all want to enjoy it. When you terrorize someone for any reason, you’re in effect stealing some of their life that they’ll never get back, and if you do this and you’re not ashamed of yourself then YOU are the one who’s worthless.
Mirrored from Shibuya 109.