Every now and then I feel the need to remind the skinny people of the world that every big person is not desperate. Get over yourselves. I have thick enough skin that ridicule doesn’t get to me, I just kinda look at them like a little lost puppy. Awwweee, cute. Someone is just a little insecure poo poo, yes he is, yes he is.
There is something about being overweight that people assume you’re depressed, lonely and gullible. I had a guy actually ask me to take me out to get a hamburger. A hamburger??? When I looked at him like the idiot he was, he said “What I know you like to eat. You should be happy.” Its moments like that I wish I believed in violence. I would tell you how I replied but my lawyer has advised against it.
I’m just fat. And the heavier you are the more it takes a way from your looks. So I know I’m not ugly, besides I can always lose weight. You on the other hand, you giant waste of skin and flesh, will be unjustifiably stupid forever. Forever ever? Forever ever.
It’s okay that I’m not the first person who would get picked at the club. I prefer it that way believe or not (besides the fact I don’t do clubs). That means that the person who is attracted to me is the kind of person who actually gets to know someone. So just by being me, I get to cut through the bullshit. Awesome.