Not this jackass. He’s just a cute little fella looking for a carrot or sugar cube.
“SUCK IT UP, drop the donut, and go for a walk. If you don’t want to put in the effort to be healthy and attractive, you have no right to complain and play the victim about society’s “standards of beauty”.” –An asshole on Tumblr
I honestly do not give a flying fuck in hell whether people find me attractive. I also do not find it compulsory to reveal my dietary and exercise habits to anyone, but here, for the sake of argument, I will.
My vital stats:
I will be 49 years old on February 15.
5 feet 6.5 inches tall
Non-normative physical conditions:
Endometriosis (diagnosed age 30)
Fibromyalgia (diagnosed at age 25)
Hypothyroidism (diagnosed at age 16)
Hypertension (diagnosed at age 45)
Mitral valve prolapse (diagnosed at age 44)
Sciatica (diagnosed at age 37)
Non-normative psychological conditions:
bipolar disorder (diagnosed age 38)
borderline personality disorder (diagnosed age 43)
obsessive-compulsive disorder (diagnosed age 43)
Eating disorder: Bulimia, started at age 12
Yo-yo dieting from age 18 to age 45
What is my diet like currently? I’m sure it’s not perfect, but it’s better than the diets of several people I know, who range in size. Do I keep a food journal? Fuck to the no. I’ve done that shit before. It irritates me and I stop doing it after a week. I’m old enough that when shit doesn’t work I don’t do it any more. I refuse to drive myself batshit with this sort of thing. I know what I eat and what physical activity I get.
I try to get at least a serving of fruit or vegetables every day. I’d like to say I get five a day, but I probably don’t do that every day. I do eat a lot more fruits and vegetables and a lot less meat and processed foods than I used to.
I eat a lot less fast food than I used to. I refuse to lie and say I never ever ever go through the drive through because I’m oh so pure and perfect. I have a chaotic life and a bizarre schedule. Sometimes I do go through the drive through. At the beginning of last year I was probably doing so a couple times a week. Come the end of the year, it was down to a couple times a month.
I eat less sweets than I used to, but I work night shift and they tend to sing a siren song in the wee hours. I will never be a puritan who eats no sweets ever because I’m sooo sweet that I just don’t need them. Actually, I’m kind of a bitter asshole, so I do need a little something to sweeten me up! Because of my hypertension I have to avoid excess amounts of caffeine, so I reach for a little candy now and then. Not gonna lie. I am more mindful of it than I used to be, but I’m not going to shame myself for having a god damn mini candy bar or two!
My diet is actually a lot better overall than it was when I was younger and thinner. Yes, age does affect the metabolism.
As for exercise and overall health habits:
My job entails walking–a LOT of walking. I work in a large building. I literally walk at least three miles every night that I work. I work four nights a week.
For focused exercise, I work out in a therapy pool. I swim, walk, jog, and work with weights. I can also do exercises involving activities such as jumping, which I can’t do on land with my nearly fifty year old knees and messed up back.
I do not smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, or use recreational drugs.
My biggest health risk is probably chronic sleep deprivation.
So, to postulate an answer to the chode who made the above statement.
I am not an athlete, but I am physically active.
I do put an effort into maintaining and bettering my health, you fucking jackass. I go to the doctor to have my thyroid levels checked three times a year. I monitor my own blood pressure. I avoid alcohol and drugs. I exercise. I eat a reasonably healthy though not perfect diet. I do not consume entire pizzas, cakes, pies, buckets of fried chicken, or any other excessive amount of food in one sitting. And yet, here I am, fat and all.
I am not playing the victim (another tired argument that hateful asshats like to throw around.) In fact, the day I decided to stop hating and berating myself is the day I stopped playing the victim.
Once again, I do not give a flying shit whether you or any other dudebro or privileged Number 12 who believes its her right to insult people for not having the Vogue standard body type considers me attractive. I’m not trying to win any fucking beauty or popularity contest. However, my right to be treated with common decency is not contingent upon you finding me fuckable.
The belief that people who are not deemed attractive are deserving of scorn and derision is what I am protesting. This kind of thinking is poisonous and cannot be allowed to go unchecked. People’s lives are destroyed by this variety of hate. Some commit suicide, others hide themselves away, fearing the derision that awaits them should they try to venture into society.
People are being denied proper health care due to this kind of thinking because doctors want to blame fat on everything, which is lazy medicine. People of all sizes are hurt by this faulty logic, because by assuming that all thin people are healthy, potentially dangerous conditions that they may be experiencing are missed as well.
I am not begging you to tell me that I’m pretty. I am demanding that the bullying and stereotyping cease.
Mad as hell and not taking any more abuse