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i'm living, i'm loving, and if you have a problem with either of those things well, you know how to get out of here.
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Took this photo earlier of my new hair color…forgot to post it!
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sigh. sadly, there are some things i won’t say to even the internet.
i need a private tumblr.
ok THIS snake doesn’t scare the bejeezus out of me. mainly bc i’d nom it all up. it’s cute. :3
strawberry shortcake snake
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i think a *lot* of what i take issue with is the notion that by choosing to remain fat, i am somehow inviting the sort of treatment that i get. i agree with you, it does get old. just like so many things in life, people need to mind their own damned business. i’ve got nothing against people who are in shape, and if that’s the way they prefer to live their life, more power to them. i have a lot of respect for that, but i also have a lot of respect for people who are secure enough in themselves to be happy with who they are and how they look (for the most part anyhow, no one is completely happy) and to let others be the same. as if some jackass in a bar going out of his way to come up to me and tell me how disgusting i am is suddenly going to have me running marathons and doing the south beach diet? i guess what i’m really trying to say is that i don’t necessarily care if someone is fat, or if someone is thin. i do, however, care if someone is an asshole and thinks so much of themselves that they see it as ‘ok’ to make a comment on my appearance as if i am somehow a less meaningful existence because i weigh a few more pounds. the notion that overweight people OBVIOUSLY don’t care enough about themselves to lose weight is ludicrous. of course that’s true sometimes— food addiction is a real thing, although that’s another discussion. i’ve just more or less gone my entire life struggling to reconcile being happy with myself, and the rest of the world being happy with me. i finally got to the point where i was happy with myself, and it’s not like i expected the world to automatically be happy with me as well, but again. having excessively cruel things happen like the one i mentioned, or some random guy coming up to you in a bar or club and saying ‘hey my friend thinks you’re hot and wants to ask you out’ while his friend looks on, completely mortified, and the rest of their group howls with laughter because c’mon, who would EVER want to date a fat chick?!.. well. it gets to you after a while.
i re-blogged something last week about SPIN magazine looking for skinny girls to be in some article/spread, along with a note from myself about ‘looking for 12 year olds.’ that was a little harsh of me, so i will apologize for that. if i’m going to get pissed off about people making comments about…
Some of us have been on both sides of this. I used to be around 255 pounds not so long ago. I’d say that on average, the discrimination against overweight people is a sort of pervasive, low key discrimination… whereas the discrimination against fit & skinny people (who are often lumped into the same category, like it or not) are usually subject to vehement, powerful bursts of anger and spite.
I will say that I think fit people, skinny or not, tend to get the best treatment overall. In their defense, though… it takes a lot of effort to stay fit. I respect that the same way I respect someone who has taken the time to learn new material or pursue a passion. I’ll always respect self-determination and self-improvement.
I like all sorts of people… but the bitterness and the spite and the hate on both sides of this issue are extremely tiresome.
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