Monday, August 24, 2009

I am this cat only more lopsided.


Combining both blogs into one.
I don't update either enough so I am getting back to just one blog. I feel I never really got around to saying anything worthwhile on the other so no need to move any of those post here.
However I am motivated to lose weight because I look like a freak. I don't know if I haven't noticed, or if I gained weight or lost weight but my right arm is signifigantly fatter than the left one.
I don't know what is going on. I think I may have lost a bit of weight I have been eating better plus there was the ramen noodles only week when I was broke. But it looks freakish and I am very upset about it. I need to lose more weight to see what happens, if it doesn't even out I am going to drive off a bridge. I mean what is the point of losing weight if I just end up looking weirder.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I am the Fat Avenger

I am fat yes I am and I have a hard time admitting it. I don't like that I am fat and I want to change it. Do I hate myself? Sometimes.

But I don't understand why it is socially acceptable to make fun of fat people. I can't make fun of people because of their handicap or race why can they make fun of me for the way I look. Don't get me wrong I enjoy a fat joke as much as anyone else. Those are fine if they are actually funny. What I don't like is that people think it is ok to say something to me or something about me out loud when I am out.

I will not put up with it. Here is what happened last weekend at Target.

I was entering the store listening to my iPod as usual and a young black boy probably 15 or 16 decided to mess with me. He was entertaining a whole gaggle of young girls. I only mention this boys race because I almost said something about it just to try to make him feel bad. I am not racist but why is it ok for him to make fun of me but not for me to say something to him?

So I was walking in and he walked toward me waddling and saying hey baby or something I had my earbuds in and didn't hear it all. He was directing it at me. So I flipped him the big bird and told him to $&#@ off! I even stopped to see if he had anything to say, he didn't be backed off and turned around and his little harem was silent. I continued on in the store.

I had a rude comeback for him but I shan't share it rascist comments are never good but this one involved the stereotype of black men spending time in jail.

I don't back down anymore. I did in the past but not anymore. I told him off in the hopes to scare him so he won't do it again to someone who can't fight back. Another time I was on center street in Provo with no car mind you. This teenage boy called me fat, and I only flipped him the bird. He called me a bitch, and I said "That's right". I am.