I am so, so glad that this tumblr exists. Thank you. I actually wrote a blog post about this a couple years ago and I wanted to send it over because it made me so angry. The post was entitled, “Hey, You Look Fat! Buy This!”
"So I have to vent about the dumbest thing that happened to me yesterday. I was trundling along, doing my boring security job. The rain had stopped so I was feeling a little better because there would be a standstill in the continuing frizziness and curliness of my hair, and I figured at least people would roll their windows down to deal with my ass. Nothing doing with the latter. This guy drives up past me and up to the [gate] arm without looking over, his car nearly in the hedges that line my little shack. I stare at the side of his face through his closed window for a second before walking up to him. Without rolling down his window, he jabs a finger at his dashboard. Okay, he has a pass. The trick was in inserting myself between his car and the hedges to read the number and date off of it, since this guy was clearly too lazy to pick it up and show it to me. I get the number, timestamp his shit, half-heartedly wave him on, and get back to whatever I was doing.
About an hour later, he pulls up again, again so far up so that he has to look back at me. He rolls down his window, makes a show of looking me up and down, and says, “You know anyone who’s looking to lose weight?” in the conspiratorial whisper of the guy trying to sell you fake Rolexes in movies.
“Is it some kind of creepy scam?”
“No, of course not.” He hands me his card.
At this point, I was skeptical and aggravated. This guy didn’t give me the time of day an hour ago- couldn’t even roll down his window or lift a card up- but now he’s got a quota to fill and my fat ass is looking like a sweet payout. Fuck that guy. And fuck the chubby-looking guy in the tiny picture on the card trying to sell me skinny. Worst salesman ever. Also, can you read that sentence on the bottom of the back? What does that even mean?”
I’m a few years older and I think nowadays I would have made a huge joke out of it in right in his stupid face, but I was a fat woman in an ill-fitting security uniform for about 5 years and I had people harshly judge me based on my weight and my job the entire time. One day, an otherwise very nice woman asked me, “How are you going to get a boyfriend if you keep working all these nights and weekends?” when I had been/still am happily in a relationship since before I started working that job, although even if I hadn’t been, HOW WOULD IT HAVE BEEN ANY OF HER BUSINESS. Like I can’t find a person on my own terms and schedule or be satisfied being single? Blorg!
P.S. I’ll look however I want.
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