That’s the thing that kills me, people who just hate someone being happy with themselves.  I’m fat.  I’ve never pretended like I wasn’t, never denied it, and never let it stop me from doing what I want to do.  Just because I’m fat doesn’t mean I can’t cosplay, write, do crafts, go to conventions, have friends, be in a DAMN good relationship, just… the fact that people would rather I hate myself than love myself is just sad.  You would really prefer it if someone sat around being miserable?  You really want to tear down a person you don’t even know because she’s dressed like a Disney princess and smiling, but is overweight? Really?

Damn, I feel bad for you, I’d hate to be living that kind of life.

It’s a giant, frustrating contradiction.  The assumption is that fat people sit around and do nothing, so they’re treated like crap, and told to get up and do something.  They get up and do something and… they’re treated like crap, because “no one wants to see your fat ass.”  This, right here, is why I’m like, “Stop listening to what they’re saying, just stop.  It doesn’t make any sense.”  Because it doesn’t.