President Elect, The Mechanic wrote on May 23
rd, 2017 at 5:55pm:
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I saw these two girls at the bus stop yesterday... early 20s...
but one of these obese whales had this short top on.. and her fuggen guts was hanging out the bottom...
like WTF...
how do you get to that stage when you are a fat ugly motherbuggerer and you don't even care anymore??
what so you see when you look in the mirror??
and you know your guts is hanging out.. you keep pulling down on your top...
where in the hell is self pride??
I've told my mrs if she gets megga fat and just lets herself go then thats it... I'm out the door...
I would answer your apparent rhetorical questions with some of my own experience. Between 2010 and 2015, I had put on a considerable amount of weight (perhaps 38kgs) to reach my upper limit of 128kg. Lot of alcoholic drinks, fatty fast food hangover cures, and a lack of exercise. Of course, the weight yo-yoed in an upward direction before I realised how fat I had become.
When the local newspaper came around to photograph me for a story, I was surprised to see how big I had become. It looked as if I needed to throw rice around the stage before I did an activity. And then I had to have an insight into myself. Was I really this big because of some psychological issue? Was I just comfort eating? In any event, I knew that I had to do something about it.
I remember that I just did not care about my weight at the time. I think it was all stress related, and depression started setting in. By August 2015, I figured that I did not want to keep having to do clean and jerk maneuvers to stand up from my lounge chair. Plus, getting out of bed in my underwear, because I was too big for my cotton pants and shirt during the cold of winter was neither something sore eyes needed to see or reflect on my personality I once was.
The idea of fat shaming is not lost on me. It does work, and I don't care if people do that to me. And I think the girls described in the previous post need to exercise more than care of what they wear.