First of all, I do NOT have big bones. I have average bones with fat on them. There are three types of bone sizes: small, medium (average) and big (http://www.myfooddiary.com/Resources/frame_size_calculator.asp). I am medium-boned. I did the measuring thing, six times. My bones are medium/average. Probably the only thing average about me, too!
Second of all, it’s rude, no matter how you mean it! Especially for you, guys. When you tell a woman that we’re fine because we have big bones, it’s sort of like us saying to you, “It’s all right for you to have that one-inch penis.”
It’s rude, unkind, and inaccurate!
Statistically speaking, most women are small or medium-boned; just as most men have a four-to-six inch penis (on average).
Subway riders: Do not make noises [i.e. sighing in disgust] when YOU choose to squeeze beside us fat girls on the half-inch of bench space! Your noises, hmmms and sighs will NOT make us get up, move or get skinnier. Neither will pushing your skinny ass further into seat and attempting to push our fat thighs against the metal bars of the subway! It just makes us want to sit on you, push back or find a pin and stab you with it [trust me, I’ve carried safety pins with me for just such a job, if someone pisses me off
Buck up! You’re skinny, in better shape! You fucking stand up for the half hour ride to Manhattan! You can do it. Besides, my weight gain is based, mostly, on an injury. As the juveniles on Jerry Springer like to say, “You don’t know me!”
Really, you don’t. You can assume my fat is from Burger King or truck loads of Dr. Pepper. Well, I haven’t eaten at Burger King for a good amount of years. As for Dr. Pepper, one can every few days hardly make for 90 lbs. weight gain! Nevertheless, my broken ribs in 2003, when I couldn’t move without excruciating pain did cause a good 50 lb. weight gain over the course of that healing. The car crash where I sustained the broken ribs also caused severe pain in my spine, which, to this day, manifests itself if I stand for more than ten minutes. Pain so bad, that once it starts, I will spend up to 48 hours with no sleep, no relief, unless I take Tylenol 3 or heavier pain medications.
I do not have the insurance to afford a spine specialist. You don’t know me. So, do not assume, all my weight is from laziness. It’s from pain, injuries and lack of finances to pay for a Personal Trainer, Nutritionist or the higher quality foods at the store.
Your rude noises, comments or looks certainly won’t make me want to exercise more. I didn’t get fat in one day, nor will I get skinny or begin my workout today, either . . .just to please your judging eyes!
No, I don’t enjoy being fat and although I got here, there are factors you do not know. I gained the first of the weight from medication that saved my life. I gained 70 lbs. in one year from medication alone.
Thus, to judge me as just a glutton who ate myself into obesity is completely off-base! I took medication so I wouldn’t suffer depression and panic. Then, after losing 30 lbs. on Weight Watchers, I was in the car crash. My weight went back up.
Because my weight gain came at the age of 33-years-old; I am still unable to see myself as I am – FAT. I understand exactly what Kirstie Alley felt like in ‘Fat Actress”. I’m just not me at this weight. I cannot afford four to six hours of training a day with a professional trainer [i.e. Biggest Loser].
And my third pet peeve:
You who will say, “No, you’re not fat. You’re perfect the way you are! You are so beautiful!”
- One: Don’t believe you.
- Two: No, I am fat. You see it, you know it. Fat is fat. Don’t try to say something nice. Say nothing, that’s better.
- Three: I may be beautiful, fat or thin. But, listen, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and high blood sugar is anything but beautiful! Thus, I am not perfect the way I am. Stop trying to convince me different. It won’t work anyway. It just pisses me off more.
If you want to know what to say when and if I say “I have to lose weight.” Try these encouraging words:
- “Do you? Are you thinking of a program?”
- “How much do you want to lose?”