I did that once

I am so sick of people acting like obesity can be cured just by “putting down the cheeseburger.”

Fucking really?

Do you think that after all the torture and bullying that I went through as a kid for being fat, I wouldn’t want to fucking be thin?  Do you think that after the eating disorder and the depression and anxiety, that I wouldn’t have tried “just putting down the cheeseburger”?  Do you think that after 20 years of near-celibacy because our culture has deemed me “unfuckable” that I wouldn’t try dieting?  Do you think that the daily glares on the train and snickers behind my back, that after all the whispers of “fatass” that I can FEEL but almost never hear, do you think that MAYBE I WOULD HAVE FUCKING TRIED PUTTING DOWN THE FUCKING CHEESEBURGER?

Or wait, maybe that just doesn’t work.

Maybe I don’t want to be fat.

Maybe I’ve never wanted to be fat.  Maybe I spent most of my 22 years absolutely hating myself because I’m fat.  Maybe I’ve been in therapy for years because the bullying as a kid did such a number on my emotional state that I am nearly incapable of trusting people when they tell me I’m “pretty,” let alone when they tell me they care about me.

No, I should just put down the cheeseburger.

Calories in - calories out, right?

There’s no way that there are other factors at play.

There’s no way that fatness is (gasp) NOT a choice.

Do people honestly think that anyone would choose to be fat?