So, I got called fat today. I guess the circumstances aren't really important but a lady backed into my car and when I got out, she was difficult, and I was upset and because she was upset with my reaction to her hitting my car, she called me a ugly fat bitch. My response: "Really? That's all you can come up with?" I don't think she quite knew what to say when I responded with that. Ha!
I have been thinking about it all day. It would never cross my mind to yell at someone who is skinny and say "You're an ugly skinny bitch." Or someone short and say "You're an ugly short bitch." Why is "fat" automatically something that is thrown in your face if you are indeed fat?
I mean, its obvious I'm fat. It wasn't like you were helping me out by informing me that I was. LOL I own a mirror. I've been fat most of my life.
A kinda cool thing happened though. I tend to think a month ago, this would have really gotten me down. Being called fat...its not something I'd hope for. I'd probably be depressed and feel down on myself...but I didn't. Why? Because I know I'm taking this "fat" into my own hands. I'm doing something about it. Little did she know I was feeling good this morning when I put on a shirt I normally wear Spanx with to smooth my stomach out, and I didn't need the Spanx! It fit nicely without it!!
So ya know what? I might be fat...but I'm LESS fat than I was a month ago! So your comment to me, is only making me feel better about myself. So take that!!! You're evil plan didn't work. Neener neener neeeeeeener!
I'm fat...and I'm proud...and someday, I won't be fat. Thank you to the lady who backed into my car!
And with that...I'm off to the gym to work my fat ass off!
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