Friday, September 14, 2012

Well, There Go My Heroes

By Valerie X Armstrong

I just read a comment on an article about NAAFA protesting kids being on the "Biggest Loser" TV show. I've seen just about every hateful thing that can be said about fat people and most of it doesn't bother me anymore...But this comment made me break down and cry.  I know most healthcare professionals don't like fat people and blame us for being fat, but I was really hurt to see a comment from a retired paramedic that didn't like having to carry fat people.  There went the heroic idea I had of those that do that job.  I always thought they were angels of mercy sent to help us in our hours of need.  I looked up to them.   He went on to say that we fat people didn't play outside when we were kids and that was our problem.  I did!   I played outside... I always ate healthy and played outside everyday till the street lights came on.  I've devoted most of my life trying not to be fat...but even if I hadn't, that shouldn't matter... But the guy secretly loathes me and doesn't want to save me?  I'm a very nice loving person, but I'm fat.  What about the lighter weight rotten people that have no redeeming social value?  He'd rather save them than me, just because they weigh less than I do? Well there go my heroes...I wonder if firemen feel the same way?...Are they thinking, "Oh, don't waste your time saving that fatty, if she cared anything about living she wouldn't be so grossly fat."....I just told my son, if anything happens to me not to call the paramedics, I don't want to put them out by having to lug me around..But then I said, "No, if you don't call them you'll probably have to call the undertaker, who will be pissed off at the size of my carcass. Then he'll have to deliver me to the crematorium where the guy who fires up the oven will  probably yell 'Oh God! A fatty...Look out grease fire!'"