I hate them. They are everywhere. If you are blonde you are dumb. If you are black you like fried chicken. If you’re on any type of state assistance you are a pathetic waste of existence. If your kids are rowdy, you are a bad parent. If you cut someone off in traffic you are a jerk. I could go on and on. The older I get the less judgemental I am becoming (maybe it’s not age, maybe it’s the therapy). I thought it was supposed to be the other way around though. Don’t people become bitter as they age?
Moment of humility: there are a few things I have yet to not judge, I am human after all. Geesh.
One judgment I cannot escape….weight.
Oh weight. Why must you represent a person so much? Skinny people don’t eat enough. Fat people eat too much. Maybe that’s true some of the time, but not always. Maybe someone is skinny because they are battling cancer and they throw up daily from chemo and radiation treatments. Maybe someone is fat because they have to take steroids for a medical problem. There’s always a reason. Who are we to decide that reason? Being a thin person, it’s a stereotype that has haunted me for years and years and years.
For the record, I don’t have an eating disorder. I never have.
What to know what I hate hearing?… “you can afford to eat that” when I pass up a piece of cake or chose to eat a salad instead of a burger. How come it isn’t considered that I am (mystery number) pounds because I do pass over such luxury food selections? Instead, I’m skinny so I must have a great metabolism, therefore, I can eat anything and enjoy it. Uh…wrong. You. are. all. wrong. There was a time back in my childhood and teen years where that was the case. And I admit, I took it for granted. Here’s what’s changed…
1. I had two children
2. I have an on again off again overactive thyroid
3. I’ve aged and my metabolism has slowed down
Yet those things aren’t taken into consideration. Instead, I get flack from my friends, family, acquaintances, and even strangers for being this weight. I get judged and treated differently. Stop telling me I can eat the damn cake. I don’t even like sweets.
I gain weight just like everyone else does.
Don’t tell me I’m lucky to be thin. It’s a daily battle for me too.
Every time someone makes a remark about me saying no to certain foods, it only makes me want to make a remark about them saying yes to certain foods (news flash, I can be bitch!). That way, everyone can slowly but surely know how it feels. Instead of “no thank you” I should be saying “are you sure you want to eat that”. Let’s see how everyone else enjoys being critiqued for their food choices.
If you are one of the people guilty of judging me or ANYONE ELSE based on their weight, stop. Please stop. It hurts us.