A Side of Shayracha

Almost every day I'm accused of the same thing- "Glorifying Obesity." It doesn't matter what I'm doing- if I share a photo of myself I am somehow "glorifying obesity." I don't fit into their idea of what a fat person should be- which is ashamed and self loathing. Let's talk about what "glorifying obesity" is- besides imaginary. There is no promotion of obesity. What these people PERCEIVE to be a promotion of obesity is simply this: fat people existing, without apologizing for  their existence. That's all it is. When I was a miserable, starving myself, working out until I puked, self harming fatty- I was never accused of glorifying obesity. Because I was being a GOOD fatty- by hating myself I was doing the right thing. My health didn't matter to them then- and it sure as hell doesn't matter to them now, despite their arguments of only being "concerned." A good fatty puts themselves down. A good fatty comes u

In high school I was ashamed of myself, my body. If you knew me in high school that might sound weird- seeing I hid it behind bitchy bravado. But it was there. Especially in the earlier years. I've always been fat. There's a lot of reasons behind it but how I got to be fat doesn't matter- how I was treated and learned to treat myself because of it does. Kids are jerks to each other- being the fattest kid in my grade made me quite literally, an easy target. It didn't help that my older brother helped all the other kids come up with ways to torment me. There was a time "Shaysquatch" was popular and kids would pretend (or sometimes use actual spray deodorant) to "Shay spray" me.. so I wouldn't eat them. Kids would wave and then start screaming- pretending I bit off some of their fingers. Basically- it went beyond your basic name calling. I had done nothing mean to any of these people. I just existed, in my fat body. I stayed strong in school bu