Really? Why are you so skinny? Well, why are you so fat?

Exactly why is it considered to be socially acceptable to see a complete stranger in a public place, and feel it is necessary to stop and ask them if they eat? This almost always occurs when there is a heavy set woman or two, who stop everything they are doing to make the said "starving girl" a spectacle, as if she has two heads. Ahhhh, jealousy at its finest moments are actually quite comical.

Do I eat? Hmmmm no. Never. Will you save me please, and take me to that new restaurant around the corner? I feel as though I may collapse and may need to use each one of you as a crutch, although I'm sure we won't be getting there any time soon, so please don't fret if I die on the way there.

Usually, it's a look of bewilderment that comes next. As if they almost want to believe that every word out of my mouth isn't dripping in sarcasm, but ice cream, and they struggle to make sense of it even though they just lapped it right up. Then I smile my biggest, sweetest smile, and say, "Isn't it a beautiful day, ladies? I am going to go enjoy it- you keep on doing what you're doing though!"

But lets reverse this... Who on earth would ever approach an obese person and ask them why they eat so much? You can't. It's not considered politically correct. Obese people should never be stared at, and you should never mention their weight, or ask them why they need to order two burgers rather than one... Please.

When I was in college, one of my first jobs was working at Robinsons May, and for whatever reason, they thought I would be great in the "Big Womens' Section"... I'm sure it had a much more politically correct name, but regardless, big. Now, I have some curves, although still just as skinny and I can tell you I am very thankful for a healthy metabolism. But back then, no curves! I was a tiny little stick, and it was hell on earth to deal with those women. Some would even refuse to allow me to help them, which I didn't necessarily mind, since they could never hold their own clothing and I would have to follow them about... I could almost hear the strained hangers wheezing, and gasping for dear life as they suffocated in miles of heavy and unattractive fabrics. It was the first time I ever got the question, "Do I eat?" I laughed and didn't think it really before saying, "Absolutely! I am actually on a prime rib kick right now, and even eat if for lunch. My friend calls me "Rib"... The large lady scoffed at me immediately, and said, "Oh, so you obviously throw up right after- you know that will ruin your teeth..." I stood and looked at her, aghast, not believing what just spewed from her crusty mouth. And then retorted with, "Are you sure you want to try to squeeze into this 2x, I am pretty sure you're a 3"... I then, smiled and walked my skinny ass outta there to a waitressing job where I was harrassed in much more politically correct ways! ha.

Now some of you must be thinking, who does this girl think she is? She doesn't have to worry about what she eats because of her metabolism, and then is criticizing fat people? Um no. Then, you missed the point entirely. That isn't what I'm saying. What I would have liked to ask her after her nasty insecurity came gushing out, was why in the world would she think it was ok to invade my personal space by intruding with questions that were none of her business, and how would she feel if anytime she walked into a public place people asked her why she was so fat? Didn't she have self control? Why not try to work out, or get your stomach stapled if all else fails to save your life, since you can barely move and have to use a cane?

But no. We can't say things like that. You can be as hateful and nasty to those who are more fortunate, and they are supposed to accept whatever you have to say to make the less fortunate feel better?

Everyone needs to be less concerned with what is around them, and instead, concentrate on being the best they can be, and that outshines any weight, skinny or large, tenfold. When I see a happy person coming my way, I smile, and think, what a happy person. I don't think about their appearance, if they are skinny and happy, fat and happy- who cares? And if you aren't happy, then don't try to destroy other people because of it. Fix yourself. And find comfort in the cliche if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all-

So, cheers to prime rib medium rare, being happy, and loving life! Everyone has flaws and there will always be somebody who has better attributes than you do. Be happy with what God gave you, and if you can't stand it, do something about it.

Stepping off my soap box.