tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post51280517057361899..comments2023-04-13T03:11:45.141-05:00Comments on The Gift of Fat: Wish I Had a Better SolutionMary A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662061273721145591noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post-86323308297402295322011-11-02T18:51:31.892-05:002011-11-02T18:51:31.892-05:00Ummm wow. My kids aren't fat either, though I ...Ummm wow. My kids aren't fat either, though I am. Another stereotype? That I sit on my ass. That must be what my size means. <br />I'd love to lose weigt to be more healty for my kids, but I don't feel that my life is lacking because I have some extra pounds onboard. I just don't look like what I would like to. But guess what? I'm a good person. I do noble work. I love my husband and children, and they love me. <br /><br />Georgia totally forgot to include that Bobby's hugs from his fat mom are probably a lot warmer and huggier than ones he would get from a skinny one. Just sayin'.Andreahttp://bitchypants.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post-5181958796623488112011-11-01T09:25:05.140-05:002011-11-01T09:25:05.140-05:00@Anon -- you're right. I was lashing back in ...@Anon -- you're right. I was lashing back in kind -- it is a childish thing to say. Sorry I insulted you.Mary A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02662061273721145591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post-53227623272447851392011-10-31T13:52:15.072-05:002011-10-31T13:52:15.072-05:00Ma'am. I'm usually quite tolerant of all t...Ma'am. I'm usually quite tolerant of all that you write. Heck, I even agree on a lot of points. Especially the fat issue that you've touched on here. I've read your blog all the way through because of this and I love it but some of that love stops a little with that last line.<br /><br />I was born and raised and still live in Georgia. I'm a size 22 and yes, no one is real kind about that here but neither are they anywhere else. They have their heart in the right place sometimes but often go about it the wrong way. <br /><br />I'm aware that cutting the sugar and such won't fix things and we do go about things in an odd way here but that's still no reason to call us inbred rednecks. Guess what other insult we hear growing up here? Guess what hurts just as much as all the teasing for being fat?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post-44435540717142378892011-10-27T17:53:19.499-05:002011-10-27T17:53:19.499-05:00I was fat as a kid and heard a lot of those hurtfu...I was fat as a kid and heard a lot of those hurtful Fatso comments. I still have to watch what I eat even though at 53 I shouldn't have to care anymore.<br />None of my three brothers or my sister are fat.<br />My mother wasn't fat and my father wasn't fat (although he was a fatHEAD).<br />Don't know why, but I can still hear those taunts.Al Penwasserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14052950809151897315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362177037726959062.post-39441919625660328522011-10-27T14:42:19.384-05:002011-10-27T14:42:19.384-05:00I'm crying. You hit a nerve. Ouch. :(
I'm ...I'm crying. You hit a nerve. Ouch. :(<br />I'm still learning to love myself IN SPITE oF my fluff. This is how I talk to myself in my own head. To see it in writing and know that I'm not the only one...<br />Wow.<br />-SarahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com