Of fat people.
Now, I'm not talking people who are overweight and can stand to lose a few pounds, but otherwise are mostly healthy (hey, not everyone is going to be a stick figure like me). I'm talking people who are a walking heart attack waiting to happen, with a gut that weighs probably as much as I do.
Every time I see one, it just irks the crap out of me, even if they're a nice person with nothing bad to say about them. My blood boils when I see them spending money on junk food, which is sadly a common sight at my store.
Part of me is aware that some of these people may have a legit medical issue (like a tumor, hormone imbalance, eating disorder), but that doesn't stop me from thinking ill of them, regardless of what their individual situation is.
I have no idea why this bothers me so much. I try not to let it, but it still does. I know it's not really the fact that I'm a twig, because my parents are both overweight (though in the 'no major health issues as a result' group). Maybe it's because for most people, it IS something that can be kept under control if you give it some effort.
The only saving grace I have about this is that I do not actively discriminate them. I might talk about my disgust behind their backs, and I come armed with vicious sarcasm most days, but I hate being a mean person to someone's face unless they back me into a corner first. If they're a nice person, sure, I'll be nice back, but I will still think slightly lesser of them.
It makes me feel like a mean and bad person, even though I know I'm not.
Now, I'm not talking people who are overweight and can stand to lose a few pounds, but otherwise are mostly healthy (hey, not everyone is going to be a stick figure like me). I'm talking people who are a walking heart attack waiting to happen, with a gut that weighs probably as much as I do.
Every time I see one, it just irks the crap out of me, even if they're a nice person with nothing bad to say about them. My blood boils when I see them spending money on junk food, which is sadly a common sight at my store.
Part of me is aware that some of these people may have a legit medical issue (like a tumor, hormone imbalance, eating disorder), but that doesn't stop me from thinking ill of them, regardless of what their individual situation is.
I have no idea why this bothers me so much. I try not to let it, but it still does. I know it's not really the fact that I'm a twig, because my parents are both overweight (though in the 'no major health issues as a result' group). Maybe it's because for most people, it IS something that can be kept under control if you give it some effort.
The only saving grace I have about this is that I do not actively discriminate them. I might talk about my disgust behind their backs, and I come armed with vicious sarcasm most days, but I hate being a mean person to someone's face unless they back me into a corner first. If they're a nice person, sure, I'll be nice back, but I will still think slightly lesser of them.
It makes me feel like a mean and bad person, even though I know I'm not.
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