These words stopped me in my tracks and I just stared with disbelief at the person who said them.
You’re a f*cking bitch, I said, as it took everything I had not to jump the fence and smash her face in.
I stood there numb as the words to a new blog post about body shaming started writing itself in my head.
Here’s why, for twelve years I heard:
So, do you have to go throw up now?
A skinny thing like you can’t possibly finish that.
I’m worried you are anorexic.
So you just never gain weight? You must be ill with something.
In a few months, it went from how skinny I was, to how fat I was.
I guess the whole point of this blog post is maybe it’s time people shut the hell up. You don’t know why I was so thin, you don’t know why I’m so fat. I don’t know why you’re an ugly, hateful bitch but I didn’t bring that up, did I?
PS, my ass has never looked better.