Have you seen that movie “Shallow Hal”, where the dude is a total dick, fat-shaming people, then gets cursed or gains abilities or whatever you may call it, allowing him to see people’s inner beauty rather than seeing their physical appearance?
Yea, Hal saw all those heavier women as skinny and therefore more desirable according to Hal and his friend’s preferences (Let it be known that as this may be the opinions of the Hollywood executives that made the film, it is most definitely not the opinion of myself or any other members of Cuddleslut Enterprises.) I am one of those skinny people that Hollywood portrays as desirable but in actuality I’ve learned most people aren’t really interested in that super skinny skeleton look, most prefer a person that has ‘some meat on their bones’.
Since puberty, I have always been extremely thin. Although some will say good for me, I constantly receive criticism, looks of disgust, have been subjected to extreme verbal abuse, and unfortunately even threatened with and experienced physical violence because of my extremely thin figure. Anytime I try to turn to friends, colleagues or others in my own age range (28-35), I get told they wished they had that problem or actually mock my problem making me feel even worse. This reaction spirals me into a depression where I try to eat as many fatty foods and gain weight only to be disappointed every time I step on the scale.
The negative reactions have given me a type of social anxiety that would make me think everyone was either talking negatively about me, or staring at me and laughing to their companions about my physical appearance. There was even a time period during my mid 20’s that being out in public would make me go into panic attacks or faint. Recently I’ve noticed that horrid social anxiety returning rather severely, leaving me so terribly nervous while out in public that I avoid going anywhere at all. Obviously this makes holding down a job impossible, puts a monstrous strain on my friendships due to last minute cancelled plans or refusal to make plans at all. (Award winner in ‘the “oh yes we will stop for coffee soon” but not setting time or place details category’ right here folks!) Even those formerly close, close friends and confidants have been pushed aside because of the long term psychological repercussions these negative remarks and actions have caused.
Since my mid-teens, I have silently faced this problem. Many teens face gigantic insecurities due to physical characteristics and I was no different. I avoided making close friendships, believing they would only choose to mock me because of how thin I am or pass judgement on me for the incredible amount of food I eat without gaining weight. Still to this day I face these issues, mostly in solitude. Now however, people have gone so far as to accuse me of being under the influence of narcotics, or scream at me for being a drug addict. (How would screaming at me help anything even the slightest? And holy shit on a stick, I DO NOT USE DRUGS I’M JUST FUCKING SKINNY!!!!!!) Seriously, all jokes aside, I am an organic, vegan that refuses to take any sort of over-the-counter chemicals. The fact that anyone would believe I will put some sort of addictive, and more than likely NOT VEGAN, poison into my body is a prime example of the insanity I deal with on a seemingly daily basis.
***SMH, I’m sure at some point a blog post about the last time this accusation was made will make it’s way to this space and oh boy, you really don’t want to miss that one. Spoiler Alert: Expect a huge warning label for the language since it will be very… let’s say colorful in nature. Seriously though expect a lot of 4 letter words and humor because you gotta laugh all the time to get through all the crazy!***
Many will blame this high metabolism on my cruelty-free eating habits not providing my body with the nutrients it needs to sustain my life.
Please do tell me again how healthy rotten corpses are
Those people are super wrong, but no one tell them, seriously, those type of people don’t listen to anything us plant-eaters have to say anyway.
Ok I seriously gotta say this and if you hate me because of it, oh well! I still love you however, it’s a blog post not a heart attack, don’t take it so seriously! Who thought playing the constant game of ‘blame the only humans containing so much compassion and overwhelming empathy, they made a conscious decision to survive within the restrictions of a plant-based lifestyle‘ was a fun way of passing the time? Oh wait I got an answer. I know it wasn’t us vegans, we were too busy making sure every single person within a 30 mile radius has heard about us being vegan in the last 5 minutes, otherwise our heads will surely explode from all the plant matter releasing extra gases within our digestive system.
How is it vegans have one of the most cruelty-free, humane, and environmentally-sustainable lifestyles but we continuously get blamed for pretty much everything?!?
Dinosaurs all died off? Must be those damn vegans again!
Obama is still in office? blame the vegans!
Years of grandma’s greasy bacon cheeseburgers caught up to grandpa and he suffered a massive heart attack? Blame the vegans? Wait…
Seriously, quit blaming us vegans for everything! It’s rude and it makes us think that you guys are nothing but zombies, feeding on the dead rotting flesh of anything placed in front you.
How about a compromise? I will promise not to tell you all about how the rotting corpse on your plate at supper used to be a living, breathing, feeling creature just as deserving of love, happiness and life as your award-winning chihuahua, Tygra, if you promise to stop blaming vegans for things we had nothing to do with and stop body shaming everyone, not just thicker folks. Skinny people have emotions I swear, and getting told to “go eat something” or “lay off all the drugs and you will gain weight” is really rude, hurtful and just plain mean! Oh and BTW once a person decides on a vegan lifestyle, they don’t get any super powers that allow them to control the universe. Vegans do get the super power of saving lives though and that’s a really great feeling.
Thanks for reading,
Your friendly neighborhood skeletal vegan,
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