I don’t actually come in peace. My body exists, just as it is, and your desire not to think about it or see it is pretty irrelevant to me. This is my body and it takes me into spaces I have to share with you and I am not going to apologize for it.
I an not sorry for being fat.
I am especially not sorry if seeing a fat person who isn’t ashamed is upsetting or challenging for you. Your insistence that you know what I need is upsetting to me. Your insistence on defining normal to exclude everyone who isn’t like you is upsetting to me.
Your fake concern doesn’t fool me either. If you were actually concerned about my health, you would ask me about my health. You certainly wouldn’t try to make my health worse by encouraging me to hate myself and hurt myself.
I am not sorry. You might be able to cow call other fat people into submission but that is hardly a victory of which you should be proud. And I hope your victory over them is temporary anyway.
At this point in my life, I don’t engage with people who hate me. Enough people like me. And, more importantly, I like myself. Not all the time - I think everyone has their days. But in general. And I recognize the respect with which I must be treated.
I don’t come in peace because I am here to fuck you up just by existing.
It’s a pleasure to meet you.