Join Date: Nov 2012
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Sorry to abruptly change the subject, but I'm feeling particularly ranty after reading a couple of blog posts. This hasn't happened to me today, but it's happened often enough for me to get enraged when I see others really upset by the same thing happening to them, even if I don't know them, I know that feeling.
I am plus-sized. I'm not obese, I'm not even particularly fat, but I do fall into that gap between "normal" and "proper plus-size" clothing sizes in ladies wear. In tops, generally a medium or large is perfect, but for bottoms I either have to get the largest size or move into plus size. My body's weird like that, apparently hourglass shapes don't exist in the clothing design world.
Anyway! Despite the fact that I may not be able to buy jeans at your shop, you have no right to look at me disapprovingly, or sometimes in a disgusted manner. You most certainly do not need to walk up to me, smirk and say, "We don't carry your size here" and move to usher me out of the store. I'm perfectly capable of determining whether or not a garment will fit me, I have a pretty good eye for that. Having a fat person in your shop is not going to scare away customers, just leave me the heck alone.
As for friends and acquaintances (IRL that is, not online)... I don't need your "encouraging" remarks when I mention that I have recently purchased exercise equipment. I am aware that losing a few kilos could help both my spine and my self-esteem, that's why I'm doing it -- that, and I just felt so darn good when I was fitter. I don't need to be given tips on how I can lose more weight, faster. I'm aware of how my body responds to different weight loss methods, which ones work and which ones don't. Continued harassment on the topic is not going to change the way my body works, no matter how long you bug me about what's on my plate.
Believe me, I got this. I might look like a blob, though a somewhat attractive, definitely voluptuous one, and I am aware of the way I look. I've got these things called mirrors in almost every room of my house, and they enable me to see myself in all my full, disgustingly flabby glory (as you seem to see it). I know how much I weigh, what size I am, and how I look. I do not need to be told every time you see me. I'm taking care of it, and I'm doing it slowly, so I don't get "skin bags" like one of these weight-loss-obsessed friends has from losing too much, too quickly.
Please, take your minds and go do something productive with them. Preaching about weight loss isn't helping anyone, unless your aim is to kill motivation and keep that fat friend so you can feel better about yourself. News flash: there isn't much to feel good about if you need to resort to those measures.