Is this really the worst thing I can be?

I've always been the fat kid. There, I said it. What mystifies me is when other people feel the need to point it out. Oh really? I thought I looked like Cindy Crawford.  I mean, Jesus, the name of this blog has"fat" in the title. I'd like to say that teasing and name calling stopped in high school, but the truth is even adults are guilty of it.  To be clear, I'm not looking for pity. I'm a big girl (no pun intended) and I can handle it. But I feel the need to talk about it, and I'm certainly not the first blogger to bring this up.

We're all guilty of some kind of bias, some kind of prejudice,  and for some reason, ridiculing people based their physical appearance seems to be socially acceptable to many. Or funny even. It really proves someone's immaturity when the worst he or she can do is call me fat. Is that all you got? If you're going to insult me, at least have the sense to insult my character. Here's the thing: I can stop being fat, but you will probably never stop being an asshole. If the worst thing about me is the way I look, I'm doing pretty well by me, and by a lot of other people, thank you very much.

Maybe you think I'm a slob, maybe you think I'm lazy, maybe you assume I am unhealthy, maybe you think I just stuff food in my mouth all day long. Nothing could be further from the truth. I work hard at a demanding job. I run. I am very conscious about what I eat. I've lost 35 pounds in the past 5 months    ( and even so, I am still overweight, yes). But why do you look at me and assume I'm downing a pint of Ben and Jerry's for dinner every night? It's no different than looking at a skinny girl and assuming she's living off cigarettes and carrot sticks. Neither assumption is fair or right.
So what's my point? I guess I just want us to all think about what we say to each other, to be careful about what we assume. I'd like us all to stop shaming each other.

I could go on, but this  great blog post on Huffington Post says it better than I can.