Seriously! I should know, I am one after all. Don't get me wrong, we have our jolly moments. But the old adage that fat people are jolly is a myth. Fat men are occasionally jolly. Hell, I work with one that is so happy that I sometimes think he is on laughing gas or something else that makes one perpetually happy.
Fat women, on the other hand, are 85% bitchy. Bitchy with a vengeance. I am pretty sure that I can safely speak as a fat woman, that if you are unhappy, FIX IT!!!!
Our society today is so judgemental towards others, not just because of weight issues either. So much for progression. Yet we cease to look at ourselves and see how our judgemental attitude effects, not only ourselves, but others as well. I see plenty of proof every day that I work.
My favorite bitchy fat women are the ones who don't wear make up and dress like they are spring cleaning their houses. They are unhappy with themselves so don't bother to try and make themselves look nicer so they can, in turn, feel better. I know for a fact that it is laziness. Pure and simple fact. I know because I went through that stage in my life. The fat stage that brings you down. It's when you get tired of the stare, the sneers and the horrified expressions. Basically the part when you let the judgement of others bring you down.
It's a difficult stage to go through. You either survive it and bounce back to be a person with more confidence and thicker skin. OR you survive it and let it eat at you. Making you even more unhappy then you previously were. Sad really. More and more are losing the battle, slipping down the abyss and letting it consume them. They no longer strive to look nice, be happy or even bother to be pleasant.
Basically, fat people consume more then food. They consume hatred and allow it to consume them as well. Then instead of trying to change themselves or at the very least, their attitude, they inflict even more hate and disgust back out into the world.
I guess what I am trying to get at, as it pertains to my work, is that I am extremely tired of waiting on unjolly fat people. Even more so, tired of being judged by skinny people that sit at my tables.
My skin is thick, but my tolerance is thinning. Not good in my line of work.