Dear People Who Stare Disdainfully At Me Everywhere I Go:
Go ahead. Ogle me with your eyes, mouth agape, jaw completely slack. Go ahead and think the completely judgmental thoughts you’re thinking about me–I don’t give a flying fuck. This has happened my whole life so I’m used to it. Doesn’t mean I like it, but I’m used to it by now. My skin is pretty thick.
You don’t know me, you won’t know me, and I don’t want to know you. All I need to know about you I’ve learned from your disapproving stares. You know the one, because you’ve perfected it by giving every fat person you see the Exact. Same. Stare.
La Guerra de La Gorda 