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From: Mary Ellen
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I didn't have very many friends, I always had a "best" friend, but never a group. I wasn't a joiner, I was shy and probably withdrawn. I remember never wanting to call any attention to myself, because it would usually be negative attention. I didn't join any activities, and sports was definitely out of the question! I remember feeling different from the other girls, I couldn't wear the same clothes, and didn't have a boyfriend, so it seemed there was nothing in common. I remember wanting one of those kilts you pinned with the big safety pin, but back in the sixties they didn't make them in size 24 1/2. I also wanted boots that went up to the knee, but there were none big enough to fit my calves. Clothes are so terribly important when you are a teenager. Bell bottomed jeans, couldn't come close to finding them. I remember buying the largest size men's jeans I could find, and leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped under a long sweater. That was the best I could do then. I made a lot of money as a teenager babysitting since I wasn't dating. When I got to high school I think my friends felt a lot of pressure not to hang with me, and while I could understand why, it still hurt a lot. I think I missed out on a lot in my childhood.

 

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From: Kathy
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Well, as a "fat" infant, child and then teenager, I had gotten "used to" not having clothes fit me and all of the other wonderful things that went along with that. But, to be honest nothing had prepared me for the heart break I was to deal with from Jim Stewart ( not Jimmy).
I was 16 and really into cars. Has a cool '67 Charger( this was back in '74) and my group of friends were into "cruising" and hanging out at Country Kitchen drinking coffee until the *wee* hours of the morning.
By "hanging out "". I met a guy, who went to the other HS and was a year older than I, my group of friends
and this guy kinda clicked. And to be honest I thought he and I did too. We started out just all hanging together, then Jim and I would go *cruising* alone. He liked the * hot cars* too. I had the biggest crush on him. He wasn't the cutest guy I had ever met, or the coolest. But, he just was so sweet( I thought), and had a great smile, this friendship went on for quite a few months( and for a teenager that is a LONG time). We would drive and talk for hours and hours on end. Then one night, we were out in the country , parked
( just talking). and Jim looked at me and told me he needed to tell me something. (OH hope upon hope could it be...did he like me?) He then said the worst thing I have ever had anyone ever say to me...
He said "Kathy, with your personality, if you had a *FOXY* body I would have met my match!" I just sat there and stared at him, not really believing( or wanting to believe) what I heard. As a "fat chick", I just shrugged it off and chalked it up to how my life would be. It has taken me many years to come the realization that, If someone chooses to not like me because of my exterior image ...they are the ones missing out on a good thing..NOT me! NOW, I try to live true to this philosophy "The shell may be pleasing to the eye...but it is what the shell encompasses that truly matters. Because as time moves on the shell may fade, but what is inside lives on forever!" Thanks for allowing me to share!

 

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From: Big H
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When I was in third grade this group of girls came up to me and the started calling my Fatty Fatty two by four. I started crying and they started laughing at me. Then my "friend" comes and joins in on the laughing. I hurt me really bad. It just comes to show that true friends come once in a life time. But now I'm in the seventh grade and I have only one really good friend and we have been friends for two years now and I hope the friendship will last for the rest of our lives. That is my story!!

 

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From: Rodney
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Being a the FAT kid in school really was the hardest thing I can imagine a human can go through especially in middle school. I have been overweight all of my life and I gained most of it in middle school which is when I was doing all of my sneaking around and eating and just plain wouldn't stop eating until I was almost or was in fact sick. I had a 48" waist in the 8th grade if that gives you any idea. There was a group that I so wanted to fit into and I did as long as I could be the brunt of their jokes. I would walk into a room and some of them would yell "Where's the Beef?" That would really make me mad and I would just fall into a huge state of depression. My grades went to crap and it took until college to really get them back up. I hated myself and I came close to committing suicide when I was in the 10th grade. The one in memory that sticks with me from middle school was when one of the most popular kids in school Adam Kepler stood up and called me a loser to my face and them proceeded to call me "Beefy" going back to the chant that would be said when I would walk into a room. Since coming to college I have changed myself both physically and emotionally. I began lifting weights thanks to my best friend Russ Cochran and I have had nothing but support for doing all that I have done. Sure I have been dissed by some of the HOT sorority girls here but overall the dates that I have had are wonderful memories. There is hope for any one who wants to lose weight it can be done but it a hard row to hoe and takes discipline and it is still a daily struggle for and will be for the rest of my life.

 

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From: Anonymous
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oh god! It all started in kindergarten. A new girl came into our class. Skinny as thread! I was sitting by friends, I doubt they even knew what the word "fat" was, but she taught them.

Kindergarten : New girl , know a LP, was evil. I was just hanging on the fence and suddenly I was being pushed down by a lot of girls. They were LP's friends. They would do what every she told them to.
I was pushed about 30 times, never able to get up.
I scraped both my knees, elbows, and hands. I told the teacher on LP, but she didn't believe me. She said I was jealous cause she was an angel. That happened everyday till the middle of second grade when I beat her up.

Sixth grade : My and my friend, known as Sx, had a fight. I mean the usual, your stupid, know you are thing. Then she said:
At least I don't need less food, more diets! Slim Fast, Jenny Craig, or Richard Simmons.

I'm in the 8th grade now, well going to the 8th grade. And I have a friend. He was fat, but kinda cute. I saw him last week, he lost weight in a month. I lost only one pound in a month. Now I am one out of two fat kids in my school. But no one says anything about me anymore really, on about the other girl. So I am pushed to the side, so no one notices me being fat.

 

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From: fat
This is my story...

 

I was fat everybody made fun of me except for my friend. She was nice. I went to her cousins house an she was talking behind my back.

 

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From: Anonymous
This is my story...

 

As a child, I was nice, funny, and fat. And that combination made me perhaps the most vulnerable kid my age I knew. I had been both accepted (invited to parties and sporting events in friends' backyards) and rejected (picked last on teams, called "fatso" as I played) by my peers.

So thrilled I was for having been invited to anything AT ALL considering my appearance, I found myself berated, in public, even by my closest of "friends." One time in seventh grade an older boy decided to call me fat the whole way home on the bus. As I waited for my stop, hiding in my seat, embarrassed, and afraid I might cry, I hoped that my best friend, seated right behind me would jump up to my defense. Instead, he jumped up and ripped on me as well, having obviously decided that being friends with the other, older, thinner boy would do more for him socially than I could. And since I had made it clear to my friends that I would come back for more, he didn't really risk losing my friendship at all.

And then I grew up. I placed limits on how others could treat me. I lost some weight, but was still heavy, but disallowed anyone from thinking I was less than them. Suddenly, my sense of humor and kindness made me among the more popular kids in school. As for my "close friend" on the bus, I explained that once he "walked away from me, he could keep on walking."

Being fat isn't a crime, and it doesn't make you gross. But you can't make anyone think more of you, or treat you the way you deserve to be treated, until you think more of you, and treat yourself with the respect you hope for from other people.

 

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From: Topaz2576
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The only thing I really remember about being a fat child is that I was always alone, it always was bad when you were in gym class and of course they had to pick teams, and of course I was always the one standing there left and nobody wanted to pick me. as for clothes, I never had any that were popular so I really never did fit in. very depressing, even now as a fat adult, I really have no friends, I suffer from depression and an eating disorder. I hope some day kids will learn to be nice.

 

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From: Chubbygirl
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I started to gain weight when I was about 11 years old. A neighbor and I had gotten into an argument over a neighborhood boy because he liked me and didn't like her. It's all very juvenile now that I recall the whole experience. This child had a lot of influence over the other children. For two years no one in my neighborhood talked to me. No one spoke, waved or even looked my way. As you can imagine, enormous depression set in and I was devastated at how my life had turned out. At the age of 11, there are so many things that are in front of you and a whole life ahead of you. All I wanted was to die. There was eventually a "stand-off" at my house and it was me and my parents standing up to the whole neighborhood. These people called me fat and ugly and they called us poor. All of these things were true.
After about 2 years, one person in the neighborhood started to talk to me. It was like I had been set free. It wasn't an option to switch schools because of the small size of our town. I gained about 50-60 lbs. in only 4 years. It was a slippery slop and even as an adult I battle with my weight. I am now a size 18 and I have been on a constant diet for a year. I work out constantly and watch what I eat. The weight is coming off slowly but surely. Being fat has ruined my life and taken away my youth. I hate this feeling.

 

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From: Amana
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I am 12 years old. I weight 215lbs but I don't have a problem with friends and am writing this to explain to people with a bit af body weight that not all people are mean. I live in new york and go to a public school. I have many many friends, I have 5 best friends and have even gone out with a boy since 5th grade. I am what I call big beautiful and happy I have many friends so for all you people who get picked on and have little friends remember this NOT ALL PEOPLE ARE LIKE THAT!!!!!

 

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From: Sarah
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well.....surprisingly enough my life as a "fat kid" hasn't been all that bad.....<my life has been miserable, but the fat factor has/had nothing to do with it>I have a unique sense of humor which draws the friends in, I find my self being referred to as "popular"....of course, when it comes to sports I'm always picked last, but that's only to be expected <lol>.......there is only one thing I can say affects me negatively <which relates to me being "fat"> would have to be the way I'm accepted<or not> by prospective mates...........but I suppose that's typical....

 

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From: Letty
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I am very, very fat and my best friend, who although curvy is in no way fat but insists she is, always insists it doesn't affect our friendship. I know that she's biased against fat people though, because when we're out she'll say something like "look at the size of that" or "I can't stand so-and-so, she's so fat it's disgusting." I think we'd get on a lot better if I was thin. Being fat has caused a lot of disagreements, eg. when she wants to go out somewhere and I won't come with her because she can wear nice clothes whereas mine look as if they came from "Tents R Us". Even so, true friends do not care if you weigh 200 pounds. They care about YOU!

 

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From: Katie,Liu
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Well my problem is or was that I was obese. Know alot of people are, I know that now. But I did get teased a lot, I mean a lot. My friends wouldn't hang with me, cos there was bullies that would start on them if they hanged with me. I was ashamed of being fat, I wanted to be a human again....just I didn't know how....

 

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From: Natalie
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Oh..where do I start...I guess (as I remember) the making fun of has started since the 1st grade..ud think the same people would get old of me telling me i need to fat and i need to lose weight, blah..i guess not since its been happening for my whole childhood...1st grade..i remember being 30 lbs overweight...my skinny friend was 40 and i was 70...i guess it never affected me back then..cuz i was little..and u dont really think about those kind of things bothering you at the time..then in 5th grade..i remember my cousin giving me a diet plan...ever since the first grade i tried going on diets..because of what people say to me..its quite disturbing...calling 7 year olds fat and that they need to lose weight...well my parents r from a diff. country..we visit it every 4 years...every time i go there, they have a nickname for me..and it means chubby...we had to go last year..i cried my eyes out for most of the vacation(2 months) let me tell you what some people have said to me..."They have pretty face, too bad their body ruins it"...i dunno that was kinda harsh..my grandma was telling me how i should try to lose weight and be my sisters size..I HATE being compared to people..and stupid comments like..ull break the bed, or..my cousin had to sit in the back w/ me and my sister and shes like I CANT SIT IN THE BACK! theyre too fat! theres no room! u know..comments like that have been shoved in my face for nearly...10 years..i am now 16..and still very hurt by it..hey ..i even tried committing suicide in the 8th grade..then this year i took an overdose...i knew it wouldnt kill me, i didnt even try killing myself..just to take out the anger and hurt from all those years..my mom found out about it, she said she was gunna take me to the doctors to get my blood checked..ha guess who didnt take me? exactly, i was mad at my friends for telling hte counselors..oh well, i cant even think to a time where i was even happy, how pathetic is that? yeah...i was on a roll for exercising for abouta week..lost 5 lbs..but now i quit...i have a great bf..that tried helping me w/ it, cuz he knows how much i hurt ...but i quit...and i hate my life, i hate being like this, everyday i ask the question..why me? what did i do? all my friends r freakin twigs..i hate hanging out w/ them cuz my self esteem goes down to hell...its horrible, and i hate being like this..no one knows how i feel, theres no one that i can really totally relate to...my dad made it worse this year too..i ran away for a day twice..oh wel, i got grounded..i was crying a lot cuz they were yelling at me, etc, not getting into it..and then my dad got so mad that he said i could kill myself..ha..oh well, whatever, wouldnt he be sorry if i died..maybe, i dunno, oh well...i life is a drama and i hate my life and everything in it except my bf..and that's my story : )

 

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From: Kayli
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I am going to be a freshmen this next year and I weigh 152 lbs. My whole life I have been overweight. I love playing sports like basketball, soccer, and tennis despite my size. I am currently second string on the basketball team, a starter on the soccer team, and #1 on the tennis team. Though I have never been the fastest, I am certainly the strongest. I also love school, and am number one in my class of 200. My fellow students do not make fun of me because they have respect for me and realize although I may not be the prettiest or the skinniest, I have better grades and a better serve. My life has not been a piece of cake though. I am part of the so called "popular crowd" and am constantly sorrounded by beautiful girls and their hot boyfriends. One of my friends is the so-called hottest girl in school and constantly has self-esteem problems. I always have to listen to her complain about how fat she is and how she hasn't eaten in three days. Just hearing this bringin me to tears thinking if she, who weighs 40 lbs. less than me, is fat, then what am I?

 

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From: Jessica
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When I was a child I had great tons of friends. I was always invited to little partys and was really popular. Around 10 years old, I started to gain weight and then we moved...I gained a lot of weight and didn't have any friends at my new school. I remember one of the cute boys in class would always stare at me and puff his cheeks out to make fun of me. That was 6th grade. The summer after that year I went on a diet with my aunt and lost about 60 pounds. Then we moved again. I was starting middle school and with my new body, nobody made fun of me. I had tons of friends and lots of boyfriends. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, and what a great figure I had. With all the attention, I forgot about the diets and started to gain weight again. Only a little, and nobody really noticed. I was still popular through 9th grade...and now it is the summer before my sophomore year in high school and I have lost weight again, looking better than ever. My friends have been very supportive, and boyfriends, still not a problem. Losing weight is not that hard! You just have to find the right friends and stick with them. If they are good friends, they will be there for you and support you even if you get a little chunky!

 

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From: Stephanie
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I can relate to every story on this website because I was the fattest kid in class, got teased all the time and beat up sometimes too, and on top of it all I had family members who were ashamed of me for my weight (my parents were very supportive, but my grandparents made me miserable). Being an only child and having difficulty making friends because of my weight caused me to rely on myself for my own source of friendship and peace. I went through the pain of rejection from my peers and learned early on that people can be shallow so I lost interest in making friends until later in life. Sometimes you cry so much that you reach a point where you can't cry anymore...then you become calloused...then you search your soul...then you rebuild your self esteem. All this takes time, however, and adolesence is not an easy time to work on this. As a loner, I became my own best friend and smile every day knowing that no one can touch my self esteem. Let the fools call me names if it makes them laugh...I really wouldn't want a shallow friend anyway, so it's better that they show their true colors up front. This was a long, slow process...but I stopped trying to impress other people a long time ago and learned to say "forget them all". I was very introverted for a long time, but not for fear of rejection...I was just disgusted with people in general and their presence got on my nerves :-) With time and maturity, I outgrew this though. I am lucky to have found 3 dear friends who have been very close with me for almost 15 years now. They're very mature, deep thinking people and I love them like my own family. I guess the moral of my story is that being fat has taught me how to look out for myself. It made me isolated for a long time, but I used that time to discover who I am. I consider myself fortunate to have been the "fat" kid because it's taught me compassion for people in pain, patience, self love, and the importance of taking care of my own needs first.

My life motto:
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
-Eleanor Roosevelt

 

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From: Fred B.
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What can I say I've always been a little Chubby. My mom used to tell me I was just big boned, but I was fat, plain and simple. Unlike other kids i was unable to participate in sports, so I took to musical instruments and the band. It was there I found my true love the Clarinet. I was constantly harrassed by my peers for being a male clarinetist, I was idolized by my band mates. They used to Call me Fast Freddy. When I went to college I continued to excell with my instrument but could not stop my constant cravings for food. I once begged a friend for food when i had no money on my card and he called me fat. I almost felt like crying, but now i have gotten over this and play my clarinet professionally and have never been happier. So no matter what hand life deals you, if you work hard it will turn out ok.

 

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From: Anonymous
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When I was young I had one best friend. We were both fairly at a good weight for our age, certainly not overweight. Most kids saw our friendship and decided they’d have no chance becoming part of our ‘group’. Most people didn’t like me because I was the smartest child in the class and they felt inferior.
When my best friend moved away, I was constantly by myself in the 2nd grade. Then 3rd grade came and my friend moved back. She was even in my class. Things started to get better and we were both about the same fine size.
4th grade came and I wasn’t in her class. To me, it didn’t seem that big of a problem because we’d be in the same recess. No luck. She wasn’t in the same recess and so I found myself sitting on the grass often reading or drawing waiting until recess was over. I didn’t have anyone to play with. Sometimes, I would play soccer, which was a sport I was good at considering I played on a soccer team in the 3rd grade.
In the 5th grade, I was in my friend’s class but she had more friends. She went to work to introduce me to them, some of them I didn’t get a long with great. I’m not sure when it happened, but around that time I had started to put on lots of weight after being so lonely. My friend’s friends weren’t very accustomed hanging with a large kid, as most of them were skinny. But they saw through that and we became really great friends. All five of us would do neat things together and always be invited to each other’s parties. But after I got my braces sometime in April of the 5th grade, I was starting to weight 5-10 pounds overweight. Through the 6th grade, I kept gaining weight due to my braces, suddenly finding myself at 27 pounds overweight. Soon I jumped up to 37 pounds but made an effort of loosing weight during the summer. I started exercising more and lost a few pounds but just gained it again.
During the summer, I was invited to go to the mall with 2 of my friends to clothes shop. I hate shopping. It’s not like I can’t find any clothes, but the clothes I find are not stylish. But even when I was younger and skinny, I never cared about fashion. I think my friends were starting to become embarrassed with my looks. They didn’t like doing things with me because of my weight. They never mentioned it to me, never said I needed to lose weight, but it seemed like they dropped reminders of it to me unintentionally.
I got tired of always hearing them complain about weight. They made jokes about the fat kids in our grade (kids who were bigger than me) and I really disapproved of that.
I found I was maturing faster than any of them. They were still being rude and bullied the kids who were large. I hated how they made fun of them. They always, however, did the teasing behind the person’s back so they would never find out. They are too cowardly to tell the person. I’ve always been the one to stick up for the person, knowing that they never did anything to my friends and they just wanted to be left alone.
Probably a good reason I never got teased so much as I should have was because of the goals I accomplished in school. I got a medal for reading over 100 books, got straight As on my report cards, I was just a plainly smart person. My parents and teachers were extremely proud of me. I hadn’t gotten even a B+ on a report card in over 3 years.
But gym was a nightmare. We were never graded in gym, but when I got my last report card which was only days ago, I found that I had been graded in gym and received a B+. I thought it wasn’t fair, that a person shouldn’t be graded on their physical ability. I must admit, I’m not very athletic and that’s due to my weight. I’m a slow runner and never really participated in any major sports. But I’m going to go back to school next year with weight lost, a new wardrobe, and new thoughts about people who are overweight. And I know my friends still won’t care about how I look because they’re my friends.

 

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From: Kristi
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I remember the exact moment that I realized I was different from the other kids, that I was fat and that it was bad to be fat. I was about 5 years old, and my mother had enrolled me in swimming lessons at the YMCA. There was a small group of us, possibly 8 or so. We were taken to the shallow end of the pool, where the dives blocks were placed for the youth swim teams. We were instructed to line up single file, and one by one climb up on a dive block, and jump into the water, where one of the "instructors" waited to catch us in the water. My turn came to jump. I climbed to the top of the dive block, stood up straight, and looked down at the man, (he was really no more than a teenager, but at that time he seemed to be like my parents--an adult). He started to chuckle and looked at the two other "instructors" and said, "Oh God!". The other instructors laughed and laughed for a good while, probably only a few seconds, but it seemed like forever. I didn't jump into the water. I looked around at everyone, climbed off the block, and went to sit by the wall. I cried and cried. When lessons were over, I went inside to my waiting mother who was angry with me for not jumping in the water. Of course she didn't see what had taken place, and I didn't even try to tell her, because my humiliation was too great. I recalled this story to her a few years back, and she admonished me, saying that my "childs memory" wasn't accurate, and that I must have imagined the laughing. But I didn't imagine it, it was very real. I was a fat kid, and am now a fat adult, and I struggle every second of every day with hatred of my body and its flaws and defects. I hate everything about myself, from the fat that encases me, to the insanity I feel because I can not get a grip on these emotions, to the lowest of low self esteem. I have met a wonderful man, via the internet, and although he knows I am not thin or beautiful, he says he loves me for me, the me inside and not the body that houses me. I do not believe him, although I want to so badly. I am going to be with him in only 19 days, and I am so afraid that he will reject me once he meets me in person, that he will take back all the kind words and reassurances, and see that I'm not any of those things because I am fat. To be fat is a curse, and I can't imagine what crimes I've committed in a past life to deserve a sentance of this magnitude. I am trying to force myself to be more positive, and learn to love myself, but to be honest I don't see what there is to love, because all the goodness in the world can't make me attractive or appealing, and if I can't be that on the outside, it doesn't matter what's on the inside. When you're fat nobody sees the you on the inside, only the you on the outside. People assume that when you're fat, you're lazy, you're stupid, you're incapable, you're unacceptable. I suppose I only reinforce this by believing it as well, but I've felt this way for so long, I don't know if I can change the way I feel. I don't know that I am strong enough to overcome this. And I'm tired of fighting it.

 

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From: Fat and alternative
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I am a self-identified femnist, fat activist, and punk rocker. As you read this I'm sure that you all know the prejudice you must face being fat. But I also agreed with NONE of the conventional mainstream Ideas. I had/have a wonderful friend who loved me in every way possible. We listened to the same music and agreed on a lot of things but she is a fat hater. When ever I'm out with her sometimes a chubby/fat person will walk by and she'll say thimgs like: "Look at the size of Him/her!" or "Eeeeww!" and even things like; "God they're so disgusting!". It always makes me sad because I know how they feel. It also makes me wonder; if those other people are so 'ugly' and 'disgusting' why does she accept me?

 

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