To the people making fun of my transfat identification:

How disrespectful that you can’t open your mind for one fucking second, or at least keep your mouth shut.

Look, I can’t afford to become the way my soul knows I am at this point in my life. I try to pick up extra food or make sure my day includes as little activity as possible, but its not easy.

My phantom fat painfully reminds me in every waking moment that there should be more of me, and that I’m not complete without it.

So when you make these hateful jokes, it is very triggering that you can’t see past the same thin privilege that I suffer and also benefit from on a daily basis.