[after nobody remembered to bring the usual box of donuts to the weekly meeting]
My boss, publicly emailing everyone: This helps me watch my “bottom line”…. No temptation…
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[after a retirement party with cake was announced]
My slender and very vocal-about-healthy-eating co-worker, to everyone in the room: The week I start making my diet healthier, they try to feed me cake!
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Made me feel that, especially as a woman, I should be ashamed of having any interest in these foods.
| Me: | Oh, is that Daddy snoring? |
|---|---|
| Mom: | Yeah, he has too much mass on him. It's his muscle tone, hahahaha. And his fat tone is also pretty good, hahahahaha. |
| Me: | ... |
My “normal”-sized aunt: “I hate to admit this, but [husband] and I share a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich every morning—but we share it! And it’s on whole wheat!”
Comments like this make it clear that the person thinks that the food eaten is “bad”, and it shames anyone nearby who would actually consider that a good breakfast option (ahem, like me).
“Heavier people just have that problem sometimes. The abdominal fat cuts off the blood flow when you bend over.”
—My doctor when I told him I thought my BP meds were making me dizzy. After several years of bumping into things and occasionally falling down stairs because of the dizziness, I was diagnosed with MS.
On the train back home one day I ended up sitting next to a well-dressed thin couple who were talking loudly about how food these days just have SO MANY ADDICTING CALORIES, and if only everyone just KNEW how BAD FOR YOU food is, then they wouldn’t be so FAT. They started congratulating each other on their willpower to not be fat like everyone else — how much they hate bike rides but they STILL DO IT, and how they stop themselves from eating food at parties, because food is bad for you, and how they each had secret sinful tendencies and cravings to eat chips or chocolate or sleep in.
While I was glad that they clearly had all the answers to everything, I decided to move to a different seat. I wondered if they actually knew any fat people.
Was hanging out with a naturally thin women this weekend, talking about her BF who is a cut chubster, “well if he just stopped eating ice cream and cookies thats all he wold need to be (thin)”… Oh REALLY nutrition GURU? Is that all he needs to meet your approval? douche
When I was in high school, some of my friends built a fort in our English classroom during a free period. My friend was excitedly breaking down the clubhouse rules for me… which included that anyone over a certain weight was too fat to come in. I was well over this weight and completely baffled by her telling me this since she had to have known she was excluding me. And yet she expected me to laugh along and did not say anything of my exclusion. This group of friends always ignored the fact that I was fat, which they must have thought was considerate, but all it did was allow them to ignore how fat-hate might make me feel. Instead of getting “I wasn’t talking about you”, like I was the only fatty acceptable to them, I got the message loud and clear that there were no acceptable fatties and I was only included by virtue of their ability to ignore my size.
I was standing in the kitchen at work, and I hear a (thin) coworker say “Wow, look at all the food I have in my trash can. It looks like a fat person’s.”
Not directed *at* me, but still highly annoying.
One of my very skinny co-workers (who used to be a model) has this “thing” he does where he skips dinner and just goes out for drinks. He offered it up as an option for what to do one night. Another skinny coworker agreed that it was a good idea. I was the only person who seemed comfortable verbalizing that I wanted dinner! But once I did, a few other people said they “could eat”. So we split into two groups and decided to meet up later, which was fine, but the whole thing left me feeling uncomfortable.
