My hatred of fats increased exponentially today. Need to vent. I posted here before about my fat roommates but this isn't really about them. I'll share more horror stories in the future, though. I need to talk about a kid I used to babysit. Sweetest little kid ever. Always smiling, kind and helpful, just the best. I babysat him for about 8 years (since he was 4 and I was 12). I basically watched this kid grow up. He was diagnosed with Crohn's disease at a really young age (I don't remember exactly). This little, sweet, amazing kid couldn't eat solid food and basically had a feeding tube connected to a little backpack thing that he called his "powerpack" because it gave him energy (he currently doesn't have one, don't remember when he got it removed). Between surgeries and infusions he has spent 500 hours in hospitals (he's 14 now). His growth was seriously stunted and last I saw him he was barely up to my shoulder (I'm 5ft tall). And you know what? He never stopped smiling. He was never angry at the world or the nurses or anyone. He's running a half-marathon this weekend and he's been training his little butt off for MONTHS. I'm so proud of him and as soon as I'm home for Thanksgiving he's getting the biggest hug EVER. To the angry part... I just witnessed one of my crisco blimp roommates eating entire box of Betty Crocker cheesy potatoes. She literally took the pan and a fork to her room. The two of them constantly complain about missing the shuttle to campus (which is less than a mile walk DOWNHILL). They completely trash their bodies and blame their genetics and condishuns on their gigantic blubbery bodies. They have no respect for the amazing machine they were born in. This kid was born with a genetic, lifelong disease that caused him to undergo more surgeries than I can imagine before he was 6 years old and he STILL uses his body to its highest potential and pushes himself every day to be his best.  Fatties are the lowest of the low to me. They are mentally weak and it shows in every aspect of their lives. They don't have the self control to put down the goddamn spoon, they have poor hygiene, and they immediately resort to personal attacks when presented with evidence of their shitty behaviors.  I'm sad, angry, and I swear to fuck if I have to hear their heavy breathing as they shuffle to the kitchen one more time I'm going to go insane.