Because in order to be healthy, I had to be smaller.
I cried about this a lot, but you know what? I'm off that shit. Because what the fuck do you mean that in order to be healthy you have to be smaller. What is that? Explain it to me. Because for every example someone has, the good ol' Google Machine can produce twenty to thirty counter arguments. I don't have to be skinny to be healthy. I don't have to be a size 4, 6, 8, 10 in order to have good cholesterol. I don't have to be a waif in order to not have diabetes. I don't. I do not not. That notion is false. Because people can be perfectly healthy at any size and live to be a ripe old age. Another idea is that I may never find someone to actually like me unless I shed some serious pounds, which is more likely. And though that may be true, I will find a way to be okay with it. And this is an argument that I have heard since I was a child. Because I am bigger I am unhealthy. That as long as I am bigger, I will never be as healthy as my smaller family members. And to that I ask,
So fuck mental health, right?
See, my family is West African. So mental health is a "white people problem". Even though, most if not all of my family suffers from some sort of mental illness. But white people problems. Sure. My main train of thought when they bring this up is that I am an eyesore to them. That I don't fit the status quo. On top of all the other things that's wrong with me, I don't even have the self discipline to keep fit. So, I am a fat, lazy, no good shame. And no, that was not said to me directly. But I feel like it is implied. See, when you don't take the time to consider how someone will take what you say, then you are leaving it up to their interpretation. And if they are left offended by your implications, then you don't get to get offended by what they thought. You made the choice to offer an unsolicited opinion without A) considering the feelings/thoughts/attitudes of the other person and B) offering any sort of clarification on your stance/an opportunity for an open dialogue. So that means you get to stand in your shit. And if that person doesn't trust you enough to open up to you anymore, well, bih. I don't know what to tell you.I also don't know how to tell you fix it.
Because, to be perfectly honest, for me, myself personally? I wouldn't tell anyone this directly. Because it will only end with me screaming and nothing will be accomplished. I know for a fact that I can not have this conversation with anyone in my family because I have had this conversation a million and one times and nothing has been done effectively. And I just can't. So, I can only assume there are many people riding the same yacht as I am on this subject. It is not the job of the injured party to fix your misconceptions. Most of us don't get paid to bear your burden of misunderstanding. Not all of us are Iyanla, we don't get paid to fix your life. A lot of us are trying to fix our own lives while also dealing with fuckshit like this so please take it somewhere else. I'm tired of swallowing it and next time I might just suggest that you go fuck a cactus. Maybe you'd be more thoughtful if you were covered in thorns.
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