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An Open Letter To My Fat-Shamer - JCP Eats
Hi. You don’t know my name – but, my goodness… you sure do think that you have a grasp on my life! You probably thought that you were being discreet at dinner when you were talking about me. Unfortunately for you – and for me – the wine was a little deceiving. You’re not the most soft-spoken of ladies; that and the fact that we were sitting five feet apart. That might’ve been a clue, hunny. And I quote you, “There are so many fat, disgusting people on this trip. I mean, look at that guy in the glasses right over there.” (note, dear reader: my left side was turned to their table; we were not facing each other) “Look at his profile. Wait, he doesn’t have one. There’s too much fat. It’s disgusting!” Do you remember when you said that? Maybe the wine will make you forget. Maybe you are simply a horrible person and this is the norm for you. If that’s the case, you live in a sad, sad world. However, trust — I’ll remember. I’ll remember when you questioned my worth — whether I was worthy of taking of the space that I do. I’ll remember …