Here’s the thing about being fat: strangers tell you that you’re fat all the time.
I know that, for decent human beings who would never dream of approaching a random person about their appearance, it sounds hard to believe. But it happens all the damn time.
I generally can’t get through a single week without having something yelled at me from a passing car. Or having someone ‘thoughtfully’ tell me I would be really pretty if I lost weight. Or having a taxi driver tell me about weight-loss surgery. Or having an old lady at the bus stop tell me I’m wasting my youth.
Or having a drunk guy on the bus laugh in my face. Or having someone in the supermarket patronisingly wink and say “Good on you” when I put fruit in my trolley. Etc etc etc blah bah DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE FAT?
I haven’t been overweight for very long and the bizarre behaviour of strangers towards me and my body is one of the things I’ve found most difficult to adjust to. You may get used to it happening but it never stops hurting. It never stops being humiliating and devastating. You just get better at pushing it down and continuing on with your day.
It becomes a part of your life. It becomes too exhausting to get angry about every single time. And that is freaking sad.