http://ping.fm/bnRal I <3 this image shared by the German Shepherd community on Facebook. I love it because of course I love animals. But it also fits in well with my last post.
Why is it acceptable to some of you to hate your brothers and sisters based on their size. Why do you feel it is okay to hurt the feelings of a person with a larger physique? You do not know that person's story. You do not know the reasons why they are the way they are. Hint: It ain't because they love KFC more than being thin and being considered "attractive" by modern societal standards.
There are a myriad of reasons why people are shaped the way they are. You don't know why a given person looks the way they do. And not being a stick figure does not necessarily make a person either "fat" or "unhealthy."
Even the "perfect people" in magazines do not actually look the way we see them looking. Don't believe me? Take a look at this. I guarantee, you will be shocked. It is a real eye-opener.
I do not care if you are thin or fat or somewhere in between. I will judge you on your actions, not your size or other aspects of your physical appearance. It is not that I am some sort of guru by any means, but I believe this would be a better world if we all do the same.
People dare to say that Amy Winehouse, who died today at the age of 27 from a drug overdose, was "a drain on the world" because she was a drug addict.
These people do not understand the power of addiction. It isn't fully understood in the medical community either. In some people, the satiation centers of the brain are triggered by certain substances, causing overwhelming cravings.
Amy was not able to gain control over these cravings. But this does not make her "a waste." She had a beautiful voice. She seemed like a nice person. She also seemed terribly lost in many ways. I am very sorry for her death, and for the difficulties she encountered in life.
I too have encountered people who have the audacity to tell me that I'm "a waste of space," a "drain on the world," even "bankrupting America." That I'm lazy and have no self-control.
Why?
Because I am a very large human being. I weigh 425 pounds. I usually walk with a cane, but when I am feeling particularly exhausted or having a significant amount of pain, I will use one of the scooters at the store, even though I *can* walk. I was in an accident eight years ago that left me with a spinal cord injury and impaired kidney function. Admissibly, a fair bit of my weight gain came from comfort eating once I could eat again. I was very depressed and simply did not give a shit about gaining weight. All I knew is that now I was in constant pain, incontinent of urine, and might have to be on dialysis for the rest of my life. The last thing I cared was staying skinny to please other people.
At this point I do not eat any more than other people. Some days I probably eat less. But nobody believes this because I am so big. I work out in a therapy pool. I can't do exercises that put a lot of strain on my joints. If a person can do high-impact, high-intensity workouts, good for them. I used to spend hours in the gym to keep myself below 200 pounds. Those days are gone forever.
So, it seems, is any chance of being left alone to live my life in peace. I would never go up to someone who was chain-smoking and tell them that their filthy habit was "costing me more money" or tha they should "just die." And I would never go up to a skinny person and tell them that their "anorexia" was going to end them up in the hospital and thus would "cost me more money." First of all, how do I know that they're anorexic? Maybe they are on chemotherapy. Maybe they have Marfan syndrome. Maybe they have some other disease. Or maybe they're just skinny. And how do I know what their eating habits are? I've known skinny people who can pack in more food at a buffet hour than I could think about eating in a day's worth of meals!
When I go to buffets, I tend to load up on salad, then have a good portion of meat for protein. But whose damn business is it if I decide I'd like a bit of macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, or a dinner roll or two with that? If I weighed 125 pounds, no-one would be giving me the stink eye if I had twice the amount of food on my plate or if I was eating nothing but desserts. If you're fat you can be eating nothing but carrots and people will still assume that you're a glutton.
The bigger drain on the world comes from people who see the need to spew their hate and judgment everywhere.
You don't know Amy Winehouse. You don't know what drove her to addictive behavior. You don't know how it felt to be her, to live with the shame and the pain she must have felt. So don't judge her.
And you don't know me. You don't know why I'm fat. You don't know what my eating habits are. You don't know what medications I may be on or what physical reasons I may have for being the size I am. You don't know why I'm riding one of those scooters to do my shopping or to get down the street.
So stuff your judgments where the sun don't shine. Because they belong with the rest of your shit.
This Kenneth Tong douchebag must go! http://ping.fm/4xWGG Imagine promoting a dangerous disease. This hateful asshole does: anorexia.
This is what I said to Twitter:
Please delete this offensive individual, @mrkennethtong. He is not only speaking ill of large and heavyset women but is promoting anorexic behavior in vulnerable young girls. Anorexia is a dangerous and often deadly eating disorder. To allow him to continue this shocking behavior unchecked would be unconscionable.
A few months back, this clown got his undies in a bunch because he was offended by posts from the cafe world game that I was playing. Now, this really would not be worth bringing up again, except for the fact that the friend who stood up for me, while simultaneously trying to show support for him, is still hurting over the fact that this fool, who was her so-called friend for five years, gave her the toss because she told him that what he did to me wasn't cool.
Now, I admit that I did not realize that my posts from the cafe world game were intruding on other people's feeds, and if someone had nicely pointed that out to me, I would have done something about it. So, would it have hurt this dweeb to politely say to me, "hey Opal, your game posts are totally bogarting my wall," or something of that nature, rather than snidely asking "how do you get rid of the weirdos on your friend list," and then unfriending me after I told him how (and it should be obvious, Mr. Internet Guru, it's right there on your fucking profile, duh!) and adding insult to injury by responding to my jest that "I hope it isn't me you mean because no-one is weirder than me" that I wasn't "weird" I was just a troll and emotionally immature.
Well, perhaps I am a tad emotionally immature. But that was still just fucking rude. Still, that was not the worst of it. Granted, Mr. Stick Up the Ass did not know me very well, so in the long run, whatever, although he didn't have to handle it like a two year old. But what he did next puts the icing on the whole shitty cake. When the mutual friend told him that his actions towards me were uncool but she knew he was going through a hard time and was there for him, he responded "who cares about this Internet stuff, I have real problems."
He also said that he just needed to be sarcastic to someone because people on You Tube had been responding to his videos sarcastically.
WHAT A FUCKING PASSIVE AGRESSIVE PIECE OF SHIT!
Seriously.
She told him that she cared about him and maybe he should stop allowing comments about these dumb videos that he makes because it seemed to be turning him bitter and hateful.
I've actually never seen the videos so I can't say for sure how dumb they are, but given his personality, I'd have to give them a Fucking Crap on a scale of lame to utter worthless shite.
At any rate, his response to her assessment was to unfriend her and refuse to answer her emails or messages. This is how he treats a friend of five years, one that he knows has psychological issues and is very vulnerable. Since I'm all riled up again, I just have to repeat:
WHAT A FUCKING STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!
In case this clown might be stalking my blog and wondering just what I was doing the day all the cafe world posts appeared, well, I wasn't doing much, because I don't have any real problems. I was just sitting around getting pampered by a half dozen hot gay men dressed in nothing but loin cloths, Honeee!
So not.
I was fucking getting dialysis, Shithead! Because my kidneys (and my spinal cord) got fucked in an accident 7 years ago (March 27, 2003 at 6 PM to be exact) when I hit a patch of ice. I'm used to dialysis and it usually isn't too horrible for me because while my kidneys are compromised, they do still function. But there can be periods of discomfort, and it can definitely be boring. So I had my laptop and my little USB modem, and I was playing cafe world. Somehow it was more fun thinking about my little pretend cafe than about having my blood filtered of toxins. I probably did get carried away, which is why I don't play the game since then. I'm really afraid that I'll have another of these vile encounters, although honestly, it's pretty hard to find someone who's that much of a douchebag.
I don't know exactly what these real problems that Seenyor Duchious Maxiums has are, only that if he ever happened to want sympathy, he sure chose an incredibly stupid way of going about it. I can tell you that one "real problem" he has is being one of the biggest jackasses I've ever encountered. We all have problems, Shit for Brains! That's why decent people try not to bring any more trouble or sorrow into the lives of others.
Especially when those others tried to be a friend to you for whatever insane reason.
What a loser. Someone saw something in him that was worth befriending, and he shits on that.
He does not deserve ANY sympathy.
I hope that my friend will finally be able to realize in her heart as well as her logical mind that this creep was just that--a creep. He is the kind that only wants to be "friends" with people as long as they are serving him in some way. When she stood up for me, she was not kissing his ass to his liking. Waah, waah, waah. Call the waaaaambulance. We have a big nasty crybaby patient for you.
Well...
That is all the more words I intend to waste on this turd burglar. I just wanted to tell my good friend once again these few important things:
I SUPPORT YOU
I LOVE YOU
THANK YOU FOR STICKING UP FOR ME
I AM REALLY SORRY ABOUT YOUR LOSS OF YOUR FATHER. I CAN SEE HOW MUCH YOU LOVED HIM.
I AM SORRY ABOUT YOUR LITTLE OLD LADY RABBIT DYING TOO. SO MUCH SADNESS ALL AT ONCE! :-(
YOU DESERVE WAY BETTER FRIENDS THAN THIS CLOWN! DON'T SHED TOO MANY MORE TEARS OVER HIS PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE MEAN-SPIRITED BITTER MISANTHROPIC ASS!
Well, that's all I have to say 'bout that.
Except that I would say the Clown in Question pretty much did the equivalent of this by treating a longtime friend--even an Internet friend--with such ugliness and disdain.
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