My fat scar…
Thursday, October 15th, 2009Its weird how one comment can affect someone and others just pass us by. Today I witnessed something that opened up one of my fat scars. I don’t think I will ever forget how much this one hurt. When I was 16/17 I didn’t do any exercise except walking to the mall and dancing my ass off when I was drinking and my diet consisted of anything that contained saturated fats and alcohol. I’m short so any extra weight on me makes me look chubby really easily. When I was that age I had skinny fat arms and legs, massive boobs (they were 2 sizes up from what they are now) and a little bit of a pot belly from my bad lifestyle. Anyway I remember being 17 and going out for dinner with my best friend one night to eat anything and everything we wanted. After dinner we did some late night shopping and while carrying our bags this guy ran up to me saying "OH MY GOD put those bags down now, let me carry them for you" I was really confused and was asking what? why? and he stared back at me like he was dead serious and replied ‘’A pregnant woman shouldn’t be allowed to carry bags like this". It felt like everyone was staring at me. To this day I don’t know if it was a cruel joke or he actually thought I was pregnant. I didn’t say a word but my friend told him where to go. My friend tried to convince me that I was hot and he was just an ******* making a joke. As much as these fat scars hurt, they remind me where I come from and why I will never go back to a lifestyle like that. When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon us.






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