About a Fat Who Came To My Groups Eating Disorder Play This will be a bit hard for me to type, but it has to be one of the biggest reasons I hate fat people. My younger sister died from anorexia when she was 19. Her heart stopped and she couldn't be revived. Ever since then I have dedicated my life to helping people. I help my partner run eating disorder support groups, I help clients with ED as a personal trainer. I volunteer in any way I can. One night our eating disorder group put on a play. There were some girls there who were out of inpatient care for a few weeks. The play was written by a close friend of mine, who wrote it while inpatient care. Flyers went out and everyone in the town was invited to come watch. It was a brilliant play and I was so proud of everyone on stage. After the play we held a like Q&A where you could ask the actors, actresses and writers anything. There were some nice comments like "how has your recovery gone?"  And "how long did it take you to write?" Normal sort of comments. Then....right in the front row, in the disabled section, this HUGE woman raised her hand. When she was acknowledged, she has the rudest tone in her voice. She stood up and said "I was under the impression this was for people struggling with obesity."  I answered her because I was a bit pissed. I said "this was presented by a group of people with Eating Disorders such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia." She responded "Well your flyer only said an eating disorder group. I figured that means people who have problems with eating too much food. There are other, more serious eating disorders. I suffer from an eating disorder, and have little self control. There are too many things and too much help for these types of  people with eating disorders but hardly any help or recognition for people on the other end of the eating disorder group. I was disappointed to see another play with just the same kind of people with things like anorexia. Maybe next time you should focus on bigger people with Eating Disorders like binge eating." And then she waddled out. She sat through the entire fucking thing JUST to make that comment.  So this is my open letter to you, you fat fucking cow.  You made three of my girls cry that night. There was a girl on that stage with binge eating disorder, and she was appalled and disgusted at you, your attitude, and your size. We went out for supper as a group after that, and one girl could barely touch any food because of you.  I don't know if you really do have binge eating disorder or if  you just labelled yourself because you have little self control and want an excuse to be a fat ass and eat whatever you want, but fuck you. The world doesn't revolve around you, and even if it did it would only be because your gravitational pull due to your size is greater than the sun. Once the play started, and you found out it was not what you expected, you should have stood the fuck up and left. Not sit through 2 and a half hours just to make one comment. There are FUCKING TONS of help for people who eat too much. Personal Trainers,  Nutritionists, Dieticians, weight loss clubs, doctors. You have the same types of resources anyone else does. Our town has plenty of weight loss clubs, exercise groups, Dieticians that specialize in obese clients. But you, you arrogant waste of air, didnt even care to stay for a reply. You said your comment, got your attention, and walked out.  Maybe you walked away because you could see me staring daggers into you. Maybe you could sense I was about to jump off the stage and wring your fat neck. But whatever your reason, you're a coward, you're pathetic, and yes, I saw you take a free cookie in the lobby before you came in. You picked it up, smelled it, took a bite, and then spit it out in the trash can when you found out it had raisins instead of chocolate chips.  You are just a lowlife. You didn't stand up for anything. You didn't inform me on anything. You made yourself look stupid and the only thing you binge on is attention.  I deeply apologize for this rant. It is difficult for things to get to me. But this thing got to me.