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.