The nursery assistant was clearly a lovely woman: kind and great with children. But as I watched her play with my two-year-old daughter, I felt a growing sense of unease.
She was only in her 20s, but she was already obese — morbidly so. She moved slowly and breathlessly, her face flushed.
Discrimination is never good. But neither is obesity. So let’s stop celebrating it, and instead offer a bit of tough love.
This is what happens when your mother is a blogger in 2017. There are 3 things as a kid growing up that you secretly never want your mom to be: 1. Ugly. 2. Dumb. 3. A Blogger. Now you’re the kid who’s mom got a teacher fired because she was ‘obese — morbidly so.’
But in her defense, I hate that we aren’t allowed to fat shame people anymore. Why can’t we make people feel bad about how large they are? I think we’ve seen enough seasons of Jillian Michaels slipping diet pills into overweight people’s ‘healthy’ dinners to know that it’s very possible for large people to be less so.
Fuuuck obese people whose weight gets in the way of your day. Why should I have to squeeze into my seat in the movie theatre because the person next to me needs two and a half seats? Let em Hilary Freeman. We’re not dealing with your fat shit anymore. New World Order.
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