I need to vent... I was going to type out the story of my fun doctor's appointments, but I'll save you all the read.  Bottom line is that, like some of you, I have medical illnesses. Unfortunately, these are some of the ones shared by the fatties. Walking in to my rheumatologist's or endocrinologist's office is extremely depressing. When I was younger, I thought that was my fate as well. I believed them when they told me they gained weight because of "cundishuns".  You know what? THEY FUCKING LIED. I was a terrified teen in a sea of blubbermoose, and I thought my fate was sealed. So many times I heard "just wait, it will catch up to you". And now that I am no longer a teen and still not a blubbermoose, I have to listen to them tell me how MY condition is so much easier than theirs. I CAN NOT USE MY LEFT ARM YOU FUCKING PIG. I have been on steroids consistently for TWO YEARS. This disease has taken away my freedom, my sports, at times even my independence. And yet, simply because I refuse to entomb myself in adipose tissue, I "have it easy". I have had them scoot up to me and ask me to move my car because they needed the closer parking spot more. I have had to switch seats because they couldn't make it further into the doctor's office.  They talk about acceptance and not shaming people, but only when that fits their agenda. I'm done being accommodating. I am proof that these issues don't make you fat. YOU have made yourself fat, fatty. Every choice you make is reflected on your massive thighs. And now, every choice of yours that impacts me will be met with hostility. You have already taken so much from me, fatties. I refuse to allow them to continue to take based on something that we both have, and I am done being nice about it when you talk down to me. Unlike you at a buffet, I AM DONE.