My parents took exotic cooking classes as a hobby, so we ate all around the world from quiet, unassuming Oklahoma City. My mum is a wizard. So are all her sisters and their daughters and their granddaughters. But guess who was skipped by that particular gene? Yep. Me. Oh the irony. The painful irony to have this sophisticated but sensitive palate yet lack the ability make nom magic like Mum. It does explain, in part, my physical state though. That state being big.
Therefore, I like being in the kitchen but it's for eating, not cooking.
Let's talk about fluff for a sec, because, y'know, it's what people talk about. Trust me, Cosmo and Glamour obsess about size way more than I do but it is a favorite topic. And for me it's as much positive as it is negative for Cosmo and Glamour. And that's why their editor's opinions will never, ever matter. The diet industry is a biggun, speaking of girth. That's a bunch of ad dollars, so you can't 100% blame them for it but in a way, you can.
Negative attitudes and opinions never matter because most of the time, people just act like they hate something in an attempt to make you feel bad for liking it. Don't think that's true? I just defined passive aggression, which is the third most common element in the universe behind hydrogen and stupidity.
Back to weight. Recently, I attended a gathering where multiple members of the same family were present. Perhaps multiple is too conservative. More like upwards of 20 or 30 people who all shared DNA.
Something I noticed... Among the members who were big, and most were bigger than 'average' by height and width, the fat ones were all fat in the exact same way. Every single member carried their weight in the same place on the body. All of them, the same shape, just different sizes or slight variations. Tell me again that part about how the way your body looks is always a choice? It's a choice for some but not all, maybe not even most.
Now this isn't nanotechnology or some great science at work. I'm not claiming it to be anything more than an insomniac babbling online because the musical group on Conan tonight was a bust.
But seeing that whole family reminded me of my family and Mum and her sisters, and their daughters and granddaughters. We're all some level of fat and again, with the exception of me, healthy like oxen. Anyone who expects people of ginger origin to be sickly never met my mother's relatives. They live hard and they live long. By live hard, I do mean they don't sit still for long. OCD and ADHD may have be introduced to the gene pool by my ancestors. Buuut, some of them have also smoked and drank, practically out of the womb, they're still smoking and drinking and knocking on the door of triple-digit birthdays.
If you think body shape isn't as much genetic as eye color or cancer, that's alright. But if you think that gives you validation for treating big people like shit, you're dead wrong.
You can still hate me for it. That's your problem, not mine. If you would like for me to attempt to change your mind, prove to me first that it's worth my time and energy. We can iron out details in private. =^_^=
My study of shit attitudes is the same as my study on how fat happens. Observing people, except with attitude, it's about the way they act in different kinds of situations, the way they are susceptible to influence.
You might have a shit attitude if:
You hate more things than you like,
You hate trying anything new,
If you do try something new, you hate what you tried,
You hate it when people like something you hate,
You hate when people like something you don't hate so you hate on whatever they like,
You hate it when people are happy and you don't feel like they have earned nor deserve it,
You hate it when people are happy, even if you do think they deserve it,
You rarely think anyone deserves to be happy or successful,
You hate anyone in a better station in life than you because you think you've earned and deserve to be on top,
You think you're owed something from the rest of us because you manage to tolerate everyone else despite hating them,
You're a selfish, rude, oblivious fuckhead.
Now do you see why shit attitude opinions don't matter? Because the only thing haters do is hate. They maybe aren't thoroughly one-dimensional, but not far from it. And they hate everything, so hating you or something about you is inevitable, unstoppable and affects you only if you let it.
That's what I've learned. And this is why I'm fat.
