I like fat people

Ok, so thinking before you speak is an art that I am still very much in the process of learning. Thinking before I type is a little bit easier. So believe me when I say that I mean every word of this statement: I like fat people.

If I reflect back on the most quality people I have known in the past, the heavier set ones are consistently up there. (I have stopped trying to make this blog sound politically correct- let’s face it, there\s nothing PC about it). Think about your life… Who have made the best friends? Who are the ones that have been gracious and welcoming? It’s the fat ones, isn’t it?

And I think it’s an easy to understand albeit controversial: Some people in this world are at disadvantages purely because of the way that they look. It makes me sick to my core that we live in a society where this is true, but it’s fact. Unfortunately. Things come easier to some people and often the reason they come easier is simply the result of genetics and nothing more.

Then the stark reality leads me down a logical pathway. Genetically disadvantaged people (For the record- I don’t believe that anyone can be genetically disadvantaged as such- asides from disease and disability- but we live in a culture where certain attributes and features are advantageous and others aren’t.) have to work harder on other things to make them attractive to the world. They have to become nice on the inside otherwise they really would have nothing to attract people to them.

I remember once having this friend. Well, half friend. She was by most accounts a social outcast. Looking back I can’t figure out why she was a social outcast except for the fact that she was chubby. She was lovely. She tried so hard with people and there was little reciprocation. I remember keeping her at ‘half friend’ status. I was 12 years old by the way. (Carl reveals his age at this point hoping to gain a little sympathy for his stupid, childish attitude…) Everyone kept her at bay. She was the brunt of many a joke. She was the humorous part of many a conversation. Just ‘cause she was fat.

So she worked harder and became tolerant of rejection. I have no doubt that today she is a marvellous young lady with many things I do not have. I feel sick for being in a crowd that was cruel and possibly caused many of her tears. Gosh, if teasing the skinny kid were the order of the day I would have been the one crying.

And so I’m led to feel the following:
The compensation that society gives people for favourable attributes is perhaps the most yearned for reward hoped for by most people and yet it may well be the most crippling illusion as we chase the acceptance of people.