Worldwide Fat Equality Campaign

[I'm the one on the right, in case it's not completely obvious that Marie isn't anywhere close to the fat-zone.]

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I’m going to start the official Worldwide Fat Equality Campaign.  Being fat is like having lung cancer.  People automatically assume that it’s your fault and don’t feel any respect.  They’re allowed to pick on you and make fun, and society deems it “okay” because it’s apparently “our fault we’re fat.”

Yes, I’ve put on weight since college.  Yes, I’m hiring a personal trainer and getting back to a skinnier and more healthy version.  But while I’m here, I don’t appreciate all the fat-hate out there.

We’re productive members of society.  Some of us are smart (I just got my acceptance letter to MENSA on Sunday), successful, funny, insightful but we all get made fun of simply because of our weight.

Well… that’s stupid.

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So from now on, I’m going to call out stupidity when I see it and stand up against assholes who think they’re better just because they’re thin/pretty.

[An aside to you guys courtesy of Ron White:  You can go to the doctor and get your boobies lifted, a nose job for your nose, liposuction for your fat... but you can't fixed stupid.  I'd go on to add ignorance and close-mindedness.]

I’m also going to give support to my fat-sisters and -brothers everywhere.     *LOOOVVVEEEE*

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Outside of my friends, I’ve never blogged or even talked about this.  It happened in middle school, but the scar’s deep enough to still cause pangs of hurt and rage.

During the summer of 7th grade, the parents of our little Chinese group decided to form a ‘summer program.’  Instead of paying for the YMCA or camp, we’d all stay at one person’s house for the day, and each parent would give us assignments, which were discussed and graded after they came from work.  Any food costs were split among all of us.

Theoretically, a great idea.

Well, apparently, I’m not the ‘normal’ diminutive Asian size that’s acceptable to this lovely group of sniveling little twats (this is me getting sensitive).  So I got called every disgusting/fat name in the book.  I remember ordering hamburgers and only eating 1/4 because one of the boys said that I was fat and disgusting and why don’t I stop eating for once.  Eating 4 dumplings because I was afraid of getting tormented.  I’d rather be hungry than be yelled at.  The time I couldn’t get past the slit between the piano and the wall.  Stupid, Jany, why did you even try?  You’re just asking for them to tease and laugh.  Why are you so disgusting and fat?  God, no one’s ever going to love you.

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Obviously, I didn’t forget.  In fact, I didn’t hang around Asians after that.  Hell, if all Chinese people are going to judge me like that (sometimes, I can tell just by the look on their face as they glean over my body), then FUCK THEM!  I’m intelligent.  Ambitious.  Lovely.  And I have other friends.  Multicultural friends.  I don’t need no stupid Chinese people telling me they’re better.  Fuck you.  Let your resumes do the talking, bitch.  Then, we’ll see who’s better.  bitch.

Slowly, I’m getting over that.  I’m understanding my own worth above the discrimination and above the hatred.  But my self esteems is probably still not where it should be.  The light is that I’m more humble, more empathetic and always rooting for the underdog.  I hope I’ll never do that to anyone because I know just how awful and traumatizing the experience can be.  I’ll always choose the B team because I know with a little encouragement and help, we’ll kick A team’s ass.

But I will never forget.  And as of right now, I still have a hard time forgiving.

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I thought about doing or not doing this.  It’s probably a ‘bigger person’ (no pun intended) of me to walk away and be the mature one.  But… please indulge me.  I’ve been dying to get even for 12 years now… at least I didn’t put their names with a link to their LinkedIn profile.

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Here are their Facebook pictures [yeah, bitches.  I'm calling your ass out.  It's after all the least I could do. ]: