Fats judging me (rant) I am done. I am so fucking done. I work out. I sweat. I push my body to its limits so I can be healthy, happy and comfortable. I worked for this. I worked for my body, for my lifestyle. I put in the effort, I watched my eating, I spent hours at the gym, and I've never been happier. I'm not bragging about this, I'm simply enjoying feeling so wonderful both mentally and physically. And then you come along. You tell me I have no curves, I'm not a real woman, no one wants me. I know it's bullshit. I know it only comes from your hiding place of enabling, lying, delusion and jealousy. I try to remember that, I really do. By looking on these issues I take pity on you. Not because you have to pay $2 more for a shirt that covers your rolls of lard, not because your body type is not featured on the cover of a fashion magazine, and certainly not because the average man doesn't want to have sex with a pig. I take pity on you because you're stuck in this deadly cycle of eating, twisted emotion and delusion that may someday kill you. I try to remember this, but as I watch the people around balloon out and turn into butter, I feel sad. I live in Colorado, the fucking fittest state in this country, but I rarely see thin people. Sure, the obeasts are rarer, but almost everyone is at least some form of small fat. We are flawed as a society. It's heartbreaking, it really is.  I try to take pity on these poor creatures. But at some point you need to get your shit together in life and face your issues. You won't get there by shaming the healthy people who have, you won't get there by trying to make society accept your body, the result of you numbing the voice of sanity in your head with food, and you certainly won't get there with pretending nothing is wrong.  You have a problem, fat people of the world. It's time you stop blaming society, stop shaming others, stop trying to force the rest of the world to accept living in this unhealthy state. I'm not the problem. I take care of my body, and you don't. You don't get to make me feel bad about that to give yourself some sliver of validation. I saw the solution to the obesity crisis, and I took it. It was hard at the end, but getting started is as easy as picking up an apple instead of that candy bar. You have a problem. It's about time you owned up and faced it.