Fats at a concert pushed me over the FPH edge Since none of my real life friends are on board the fat people hate train, I had to create this account to rant to SOMEBODY about what happened last night. It's probably going to be an unorganized rant, so sorry about that. Last night I got to see my favorite band perform in the Midwest. Now silly me believed that a standing room only concert would have deterred the fats from going, since they would've had to stand for 3+ hours. Boy was I wrong.  Being 5'3", concerts can be a bit of a challenge for me. Thankfully, being short and thin makes people much more willing to let you get by them to get closer to the stage. I was able to slip between people without too much of a problem and made it pretty close to the front. Unfortunately, I somehow found myself stuck in the middle of a whale pod.  These fats pissed me the fuck off. At one point a group of three hams tried to get past me, but since they were too fat to get through, they actually shoved me WITH THEIR ELBOWS to get out of their way and of course without even so much as muttering a "sorry". As they made their way through the crowd, they actually shoved a girl to the ground in an area full of people jumping and dancing and pushing each other. Did they stop to help her up or at least check to make sure she was alright? Of course not.  For the latter half of the show, I ended up behind a planet who was taking up the space of three people. This lardbeast was on her phone the entire time, paying zero attention to the show or to the people around her. She was pushed towards me and stomped right on my foot with her massive hooves. She was also leaning into me, covering the front of my shirt with her disgusting back sweat (her shirt was an open back with a few straps that were disappearing in her rolls). Either she was exhausted from standing or I was really comfy because she DIDN'T MOVE and stayed pressed up against me with her foot crushing my toes, not once looking up from her phone. I pushed her away from me and she turned around to glare at me. (She got kicked in the head by a crowd surfer later so I'm giving that one to karma).  Then there was the giant male planet. This one was standing next to me, at least 6'3" and 300+ pounds. This guy was going crazy, jumping around, flailing the meat sacks that were his arms, and was just pissing off everyone around him. Now, I have no problem with people bumping into each other and dancing and all that; it's a concert, I get it. But this guy was a foot taller than me and possibly 3x heavier than me and he kept throwing himself onto me as if he were purposely trying to crush me. After a few minutes of this, a human (my savior) got between us so the lard-o would stop running into me.       But the worst part of it all was THE SMELL. We all know that fats have a bad time with hygiene and are always stinking up the place, but throw them into a hot, sweaty mess of bodies and the stench is almost deadly. I said a silent prayer for every waft of pot smoke I smelled, because for just a few seconds I was relieved from the death odor of the death fats.  I still had a great time, and I ended up leaving with sore legs and feet, ringing ears, and an even deeper hatred for fat people.  tldr; Fats try to break my toes, almost crush me, cover me in their sweat, and make me gag on their obnoxious BO.     Edit: Wow, I'm blown away by how nice and welcoming you all are! It warms my little non-clogged heart :')