"How a fatass became a homicidal psychopath" Act II, Scene i

[quixoticness]

GIRL, walking up a hill next to a road. TEEN 1 and TEEN 2 drive downhill across the road from GIRL, stop momentarily.

TEEN 1: [calling to GIRL] Hey Skinny! [whistles]
TEEN 2: [sniggers]
[TEEN 1 and TEEN 2 drive away. GIRL continues walking.]Cue soliloquy

Comments

[hub_potato]

Jesus. This happens to me all the time. I will never understand why people feel the need to take time out of their lives to yell at a stranger. The last time someone did that to me, I turned around and yelled, in a highly exaggerated voice "Oh my GOD! I'm FAT and I had NO IDEA! THANKS SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME! GEE, WAIT UNTIL I TELL MY MOM!" I think I embarrassed them enough that they kept their damn mouths shut.

One of my most effective tools in my fat-rights arsenal, at least, is the knowledge that I don't have to take this kind of stuff sitting down. I'm not always sure if silence is the best response to those sorts of things. You put yourself into a submissive position. Yelling "fuck you!" or snapping back with a witty remark at least declares yourself as a person. In the words of Celie from The Color Purple, "dear God, I'm here!"

*hugs* Don't let them get you down. You are ten times more beautiful and better than they could ever be.

[neblinaclara]

I can't believe people really act like this...*shakes head* You tell 'em, Rachel.

[paulkimpaul]

Wow, that is really fucked up.