Dear old woman who I never knew existed until now,
I am not writing this to rant but because I want to spread a bit of awareness. I never knew you existed until just recently and for someone who I have not seen for over 30 years, you can be very judgmental. The first time you have seen me, you looked at me so ghastly and said, “No No No. Oh my God! Why are you so fat?.” This was in front of a lot of people. Obviously, you don’t know me too well.
That was one example why I believe wisdom, tact, and maturity does not come with age. I have met a lot of people like you and tried to understand this archaic point of view. So, I jokingly said, “That’s okay, I’m actually very happy.” and that’s when you turned to me and said, “No, you should lose all this weight. Being fat will not make you happy. It’s really bad”. Excuse me for being rude but how dare you but fortunately I have been raised by great parents so I just said, “That’s okay, I’m really happy and I don’t really care what you think” and walked away.
I will probably not see you again until your funeral and the only time I will get to see you is if I’m being dragged by my own parents to pay my respects.
Just so you know, that my size is a size. Is being fat really the worst thing you can be? Is it worse than being a liar? cheater?
Have you heard of Ashley Graham or Tara Lynn? I bet you don’t. I also think that you don’t know that plus size has it’s own corner in a lot of department stores and a lot of designers and mainstream clothing line had already embraced the fact that, YES, there are women who are a size 12 or a 14 or a 16 and not all can be a size 0 or 2.
Instead of asking, “How are you?” or “So what keeps you busy these days?” or “What’s interesting that you are doing with your life?”, you made a judgement based on appearance and weight. I think you have been living under a rock the past 60 years or you’re just plain stupid.
You don’t know my story or the struggle that I had the past two years. You did not even care to ask what made me who I am today. So, how dare you put someone in a box and expect them to follow your stupid standards.
Let me tell you again that I am happy with the way I am. It might sound defensive but I am happy. I have fought a lot of darkness to be who I am right now, regardless of my size.
If you had asked the right questions, we might have ended with a great conversation instead of me thinking of ways to avoid talking to you again.
If you had asked then maybe you’d know that I like to paint or go to the beach or discover new things. If you had cared to look way past the body size, then maybe, I could have given you a kiss on the cheek and would have remembered your name instead of calling you the “old judgmental hag”.
People like you makes the world a bit hard to live in. People like you who lives in the standards of magazines and the entertainment industry. People like you who can only consider someone beautiful if they are a size 2 or a 4 or a 6. Well, fuck your standards.
Please do me a favor and shut your mouth. I dread the day that you will meet another plus size woman and tell her that she will not be happy if she is fat. I wish you’d bite your tongue and it bleeds.
Guess what, there are people who are just happy the way they are. I hope you can accept that too.
P.S. Here is a picture to remember me by. Enjoy the remaining days you have. Do something worthwhile. 🙂