To My Haters,
There’s a reason that fat girls who want to exercise struggle to do it in public.
Like the other night, when I was walking my dog, and you were coming out of a local restaurant in the strip mall. I was minding my own business, keeping my dog reigned in, had my music blasting on my earphones, and trying to keep my breath under control.
Sure, I was probably a hot & sweaty mess…but I was getting a good walk in!
I didn’t strut by you, I didn’t stop and let my dog jump all over you; in fact, I just minded my own business and walked around your group so we wouldn’t interrupt your gathering/conversation.
Why did that bother you?
Or did it bother you that me, a fat girl, dared to walk for exercise in public?
I didn’t ask for your opinion, but you sure gave it anyway, didn’t you?
“Hey fat ass!”
“Aren’t you coming in to eat?”
“Think the dog is safe going home with you? What if you get hungry?”
I didn’t respond to you, except to keep walking and ignore you, while you laughed with your buddies. Sure, maybe the dog didn’t understand why we were suddenly almost jogging down the sidewalk, but she loves to be out and about…
I thought I’d let you know that I didn’t cry about it. I didn’t go home and stuff my face with food. In fact, I finished my 2.2 mile walk in under 30 minutes, had a tall glass of ice water and got a shower.
You, and your gaggle of friends, are the reason women like me get nervous when it’s time to get physically active outside of our own homes. If I don’t work out, then you talk about me and respond to social posts or general conversations with the line “just get more exercise” like that solves everything. Then when I do work out, you say things to make me feel bad and go back home.
It’s a no win situation.
Or it would be, if I let it stop me. If we let it stop us.
So keep on hating. I’ll use it as fuel to move my fat ass further down the road. #ByeFelicia