Dear Boyfriends Parents,
You are not being supportive by buying us a housewarming present then saying you are praying for your son to change. That’s not how that works and I’m going to need you to get it together if you ever expect to see your little gaybies running around. It’s been two years, believe me, he isn’t going back.
You know what? I appreciate my fatness. It’s been around since at least 5th grade so we can say we’ve kinda grown up together. It’s been my longest relationship. It holds me when I’m lounging on the couch, it keeps me warm during inclement weather, it lets me get through doorways before skinny bitches….but I digress. Being fat has seriously been a part of my life since ever and, especially in the bear/chub community, it’s seen as a good thing. Unfortunately, in my line of work, it’s the exact opposite. I’m fairly certain at both of my jobs, as a researcher for a public health research grant, and front desk at a hospital wellness center, I’m the biggest person there, and ultimately, the least healthy.
That being said, I can’t help feeling that if I want to progress in any decent direction in my chosen field (health, wellness, etc.) I’m gonna have to lose the weight, or otherwise be seen as a giant hypocrite, no pun intended, to anyone I would attempt to work for or with. Not to mention I’m sure it would cost me a job come interview time.
So ultimately, I need to lose weight, for personal and professional reasons, or be stuck at a front desk job forever. With Atlantamania coming up in in July, I’m hoping it’ll be a big enough motivator to really get me going and finally slimming down some so I won’t stick out like a sore thumb among my professional peers and won’t have to feel like a hypocrite whenever I espouse the benefits of a healthy diet and being active.