A little backstory. My GF is someone who suffers from a myriad of health issues, most of which result in her having to take medicine that causes some weight gain and also prevent her from being able to do cardio based workouts as she doesn't have the physical stamina to do it. Its also ravaged her thyroid to being almost non functioning. With all this said she still goes to the gym every day and does weight lifting but beats herself up over it cause she wants to get back to her healthy body and just CAN'T. She is only slightly overweight despite all the bullshit and its a testament to her love of her body. She eats so fucking healthy, its insane. Always choosing the salad off the menu, never eating large portions of food, drinks only water and unsweetened tea, and never eats sugar unless it comes in a raw form like juice in her kale shakes.
so at work this fucking Couch Bison starts on about the Nicole Arbour video and going on about how she doesn't know the struggles of fat people and how fat shaming is as bad as racism. I am biting my tongue, and then hear her say "Its not my fault im fat, but I embrace it and know I am still beautiful." Fuck whatever was said afterwards, I blanked out. The frustration of the nights at the hospitals with my GF, the countless times we had to cut plans off early or couldn't go somewhere because of her health, the seizures, the non functioning thyroid and medicine causing weight gain, and her daily fight to stay within a reasonable weight against all odds flooded through me in a rage I haven't felt in a long time.
"listen here you fucking oreo otter you are fat cause you guzzle down soda like its nectar from the gods, you bathe in fast food and take the fucking elevator instead of walking a single flight of stairs to the office. You never work out, you never do anything that resembles exercise, and you spew out a fucking bullshit claim that its not your fault. Take some fucking responsibility for once in your life, and spend the next 20 minutes reflecting on your lifestyle choices the past 20 years. You being fat is your fault, and you deserve no pity, you deserve everything that happens to you, and I pray to god you suffer from every possible health issue known to man. You want to see someone who's isn't at fault, look at my GF, and she is still half the size of you, you worthless waste of a human"
Needless to say I got sent home and suspended for the week,. but I also left her in tears. I don't give a fuck. I am done being remotely reasonable or quiet in my hate of fat people. The complete lack of accountability is infuriating. I went to the mall to get some coffee and write this and on my way up the elevator(escalators were broken, no stairs), this 300 lb grease gorilla thinks she is gonna get on when there is already 5 people in it. As she is getting to the door I stand and block the entrance, and she forces pig sounds out through her oppressed vocal cords that say "excuse me" in a typical fat bitchy entitled tone. I look her dead in the eyes and say "elevators have a weight limit, there are 5 of us in here, and I am not dying on account of you" I let the door close and sit here now writing this, discovering a new freedom and happiness of no longer holding in my fat hate.