Fat hate Genesis The Genesis of my fat hate is simple. If they were all nice people, it wouldn't change. I can cite all sorts of data, anecdotes, and personal stories that show what monsters they all are, and I'd be right, but the Genesis remains the same.  They look and smell disgusting.  They're an affront to my senses.  They ruin the landscape of my day.  They make me see them.  I can't unsee them.  They've raped my mind through my eyes.  And I'll never forgive them for that.  Thank you for existing, FPH.