When I was in my early twenties, and speaking at a national forum in Ottawa, an elderly man came up to me afterwards wanting to talk. I turned and reached out my hand to greet him and before I knew it, he had me in a hug. “You are a Saint,” he whispered into my ear. Then he released me and stood back. There were tears in his eyes.
I was deeply embarrassed and assured him I was certainly NOT a Saint. I had made so many mistakes in my life. Newly released from my teenage years, married and mother of 2 children at that point, I was acutely aware of my shortcomings in the “Saint” department. I explained to him that I was certainly NOT a “Saint.” Continue reading
There seems to be a growing animosity, an arrogant rejection, of the plight of the overweight. We claim fat people are the biggest cause of medical concerns … as if that means we care about them. Interesting that the only people I know who have diabetes right now are all “skinny.” We don’t want them to post pics of themselves claiming to be “beautiful” or be seated next to us. We insist they are “ugly” and “disgusting.” We get angry that they should claim to have any rights, or that they should protest against the way they are treated.
People insist “fat” people are not discriminated against in the same way that a gay person or a black person is. Continue reading