Society and Plus Size

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 I volunteered at schools while my daughter was growing up. I was teased by the students. Even asked by the students why I was so fat. I brushed it off due to them being kids. I get it they aren’t raised right. I have been fat my whole life. It hasn’t changed. I have slowly learned to adapt to my body and learn to like it. Well, for the most part. 


Here I am approaching my mid 40s and it just seems to be getting worse. I guess it’s just the industry. I am back in retail so I see various people day in and day out. Kids comment on my weight all the time. They ask me why I am so big. The parents just don’t care. It just says a lot about the parents. 


As we approach Mother’s Day I am finding it hard. So many customers, I don’t know, are telling me happy Mother’s Day. I am starting to get offended by it. I don’t look pregnant. I just look fat. Then I tell them I have a child who is in their early 20s. They look at me weird. I guess because I don’t state I am pregnant. 


Why in today’s society is it ok as an adult to just go up to a fat female and say happy Mother’s Day. Especially if you don’t know them. You don’t know their history or anything about them. Just when I thought we were getting ahead and be accepting of plus size people, I am finding myself society isn’t accepting at all. 


I let a lot of things roll off my back. When it comes to my weight, it’s something I have battled with. I have fought hard to lose weight. I have fought with my demons. Now I want to give back into my demons and just not eat again. At least I lose weight. 


Then it goes back to, if I lost weight maybe someone would like me. I fight the way society looks at me yet again. No matter how hard I fight, I am fighting a society who doesn’t like me. It’s a losing battle. I wish I knew how to keep fighting. Let alone how to win!


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