I commend you, young man, on the keen eyesight you obviously
possess to notice a girl walking along the sidewalk, three full lanes away from
you and walking the opposite way than you are driving. Bravo for getting that
window down and ready to shout your astute insult to her without managing to
loose focus on your ability to remain in your lane. I guess her physical
appearance disgusted you enough that you had to make sure she knew exactly what
you thought about her, right?
How brilliantly kind of you.
What you don't know is that overweight girl chose this
morning to walk to Church because not only is it a beautiful day, but her car
is having an issue with its brake lights. Rather than put other people in
danger, she decided to walk the mile and a half to Church this morning and
then, when it was over, walk back rather than ask for a ride. She wasn't out
looking for your approval. I should know, because that girl is me.
Yes, I am overweight. I will not deny that, though I long
for the day when I can. Does it matter to me? Yes, because I feel those same
harsh words you spewed from your window as you slowed your car and shouted to
make sure I heard you. I tell myself those same things most everyday. And most
days, I hate myself for them. I am working to correct that problem, though
because of other things going on in my life, none of which are your issue, I
have not taken as many steps towards losing the weight as I should have by now.
Should it matter to you? No. I don't know you. You don't
know me. I am not relying on your assistance in any way, shape or form, and nor
will I ever be. In fact, the only reason our two lives intersected today was
because you were driving along the same stretch of road that I walking.
But you know what? Because you decided to make it your
business, because you decided to spew and spread more hatred in this world, I
came to a decision.
See you next week. Same time, same place.
Sincerely,
The "Fat Ass"
