You look at me and curse. Do you think I am unaware. I’ve heard the not quite whispered names you call me. I’ve seen the looks. Your shaking head and tsking. I’ve had strangers come up to me and tell me to my face that I am weak and unworthy. You laugh at me as I struggle to walk. You judge me to be lazy, stupid, ugly, without ever speaking to me.

How can you think that I would want to be trapped in this prison of fat? Barely able to move. Do you imagine it is easy for me? Do you know my struggles? Imagine a world where you just don’t fit. No chairs with arms, no sitting in booths because they press and squeeze not just uncomfortably, but painfully, if you could fit at all. If you go out to eat, the stares from strangers as they watch your every bite.

Imagine if you will, the sure and certain knowledge that you will never be loved by another. That you are condemned to a lifetime alone.

Drug addicts have it easy, they can say never again. But I must eat every day.

I am someone you call a glutton.