Saturday, July 15. 2006
 I hear padded-and-cuddly people catch flak for their weight. Guess what, so do thin people.
"You're getting too thin."
"I know. I'm actually trying to gain weight."
"Well, like, eat? Duh!"
"I do. Two hot meals a day. Duh. Besides, it's not like I were pathologically underweight, or anything — in fact I'm at the upper limit for models."
"Fuck modelesque. You're too thin. It's not sexy. It's not attractive. You wanna end up looking like Georgina bloody Grenville?"
"Gee, thanks for your kind words, and fuck you too!"
If I had a pound for every time I had this fuckwitted conversation, the problem, if you can call it that, would be history.
Also, if you're thin, you can't whine about these things to your heavier friends, they'll surmise you're just flirting with the whole underweight thing, or "subtly" telling them "just how superior you feel." Or something like that. Something fiercely unsupportive. And so we retaliate. With gallows humour. Bah.
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