Thursday, January 31, 2008

To all the pundits

Listening to: 'Without You' by Mariah Carey [Music Box]

I saw this on a card today:
Outside every thin person, there is a fat person wanting to get in.
It made me smile. It's the kind of thing I'd want on a t-shirt that I'd wear every time I go to Colombo, so that each and every one of the (rather voluptuous) females I meet would think twice before commenting on my frame. A silent "f*** off!" to everyone who thinks that they're an expert on my body.

In case you hadn't noticed, my tolerance is wearing thin. The next person to pass a derogatory comment about my size just might find my palm across their cheek (figuratively speaking, of course). I've spent so much time trying to curb my temper, and now I feel I'm dangerously close to letting it flare up again. I hope I can control myself when the time comes.


  1. This post sums up the one reason I hate going back home...They just *have* to comment on ones figure.

  2. I dont mean to sound pervy or put down your t-shirt idea but if I ever saw that on a t-shirt I'd just assume you had a fetish for horny fat guys... :)



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