A Thought about hams and social anxiety The Discovery Channel where I'm at recently started showing old episodes of "My 600lb Life" and I absolutely love this show. What's not to love when a bunch of entitled idiots get a free chance for a better life and they proceed to whale about it and just show how truly worthless they are. Anyhow, most of these hams have "social anxiety" which is honestly a legitimate medical condition, and panic attacks are of course terrifying and a serious issue. However, when a hamplanet has social anxiety, what they are really experiencing is good old fashioned shame. That's not anxiety, when looks from strangers seem judgemental, and it makes you feel vulnerable and threatened. That's shame.  The look in the eyes of others when you cross paths with them, that's shame you feel. No matter how fat and proud tumblr is, in real life when you walk out the door, in your hideous make up and ridiculous clothes, you're going to feel shame, that's not anxiety. When people stare at you unabashedly at fast food places, buffets, movies, the train, when they groan as you board a plane, when the salesperson tells you with a stoic face that your size isn't available, that Feeling you get that's shame. Shame. That's freaking shame you're feeling, even when the fat has clouded your brain and make you dumb, that's shame. Delude yourself so much that you think you're cute and sweet and tiny and pretty, but your own brain can process shame even if you say to everyone else that's is social anxiety. Yet another condishun with a logical explanation, fucking cheetobarges.