If a fat person dies and one more person says to me, “Fat Person died because s/he was FAT!” I’m gonna sit my fat behind on that person’s unfat face.
If you must be a condescending pseudo doctor know-it-all fuckwad, please, let’s be more appropriate about diagnosing.
Try: That Fat Person died because s/he was eating poisonous garbage that our food system has passed off as food for the past 40 years!
Or: That Fat Person died because there were no grocery stores or running public transportation in her neighborhood!
Or: That Fat Person died because soceity treats obesity as if it were a personal choice rather than a reflection of the addictive additive ingredients in our food chain that have been present for the past 40 years.
Or: That Fat Person died because she worked three jobs and never had time to prepare her own meals!
Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that got it’s funding from soda corporations and was blasted with Coca Cola advertising from the time she was in middle school until the time she graduated!
Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that stopped offering gym classes and lived with working class parents that had no choice but to sit her in front of a t.v. after school so she would stay out of trouble and off the streets.
Or: That Fat Person died because I’m an asshole and made her feel like shit about herself, so she did the only thing that kept her safe and made her feel good.
Or: That Fat Person died because seven of her friends died after being shot at walking to/from school/the store/etc and it was safer for her to stay inside watching t.v. than “go for a walk.”
Or: That Fat Person died because she grew up being told that “Princesses” must always stay clean, wear pretty clothes, be little ladies, etc. And she’s a princess, right?
Or: That Fat Person died because s/he couldn’t afford high quality food and even if she could, I’m too big of an asshole to show stupid Fat People how to cook high quality food!
Or: That Fat Person died because she was black, and racism is a motherfucker on the body.
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Flip Floppin’ Joy. Absolutely face-slappingly, spot on, incredible. (via pluseyes)
I’ve got one to add:
That Fat Person died because they decided killing themselves was the only way to stop the bullying they received from their peers at school since the teachers didn’t feel the need to say anything.
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Or even:
That THIN Person died because of any of the reasons listed above, but since her body processes the food differently and she didn’t get fat, it was just assumed that she was healthy.
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Jamie Eason just posted this on her Facebook page. I think she makes an excellent point:
“For all of the people frustrated with the stubborn fat on your tummy or the cellulite on your legs, you are not going to like this but even as fitness models, those areas come and go on us depending on the effort that we are making. I can get really lean with some serious commitment but the moment I relax my diet or start missing workouts and my muscle atrophies, I start seeing signs of cellulite return on my legs. Aside from surgery (which isn’t full proof and can be very dangerous), there is no “do this and lose it forever”. It takes consistent effort. That’s why I structured the LiveFit trainer the way that I did. It’s supposed to teach you to train and eat certain ways to make progress and achieve whatever goal you’re after. No one can keep intensity high or eat perfect all the time. There are times when you will feel motivated to really push and commit and there will be times when it’s the farthest thing from your mind. It’s empowering to learn what to do so that you can apply it when you’re ready but I’m sure that you’ll agree that aside from being healthy, there are far more important things in life than obsessing over our problem areas.”
Here is her LiveFit Trainer.. which comes with a HIGH recommendation from me!
http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/jamie-eason-livefit-trainer.html
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