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do ppl actually think “cis hate” is ironic and funny like why what makes that funny ur literally being a huge dick and being a hypocrite about being harassed and shit yet ur doing it back to them. like nothing justifies the reason ur doing this to random fucking strangers bullying is bullying
Still think fat discrimination isn’t a huge problem? Still think it’s not up there with sexism and racism? Still think that fat people don’t get abused all the fucking time? I am so fucking sick of not being able to exist in my own body. I am so sick of getting stares and laughs and name-called, and having my picture taken just for leaving the house and going to places like Walmart or a restaurant. How dare I, a fat person go shopping with my also fat husband. How dare I eat a sandwich, or any food at all. Or in tonight’s case; how dare I ride my bicycle in public. A car full of men thought it would be funny to call out “Hey Fatty!” before literally swerving in my direction and nearly hitting me. I panicked and tried to swerve out of the way, and ended up skidding across the pavement. They laughed hard as they drove away. Do you think this is fucking funny?? Those pictures are from when the wounds were fresh. I am now even more red and bruised. The whole right side of my face is swollen and it hurts to open my eye. This is so funny. I am fat, so this is what I deserve right? I am so fucking tired of society seeing fat people as non-human. I usually let it go and move on, laugh even, at how small-minded people are…but today I am really hurt. Physically hurt. And so tired. These wounds are what fat people receive daily, you just can’t always see them.
THESE WOUNDS ARE WHAT FAT PEOPLE RECEIVE DAILY, YOU JUST CAN’T ALWAYS SEE THEM.
Reblog, everyone. Please.
Always. Reblogging.
What God could damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?
What God could MAKE IT STOP.
Woah, woah. Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Been gone forever. It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised? Think back to the days we laughed. We braved these bitter storms together. Brought to his knees he cried, But on his feet he died. What God would damn a heart? And what God drove us apart? What God could make it stop? Let this end. Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. On the way down singing, Woah, woah. Bang bang from the closet walls, The schoolhouse halls, The shotgun's loaded. Push me and I'll push back. I'm done asking, I demand. From a nation under God, I feel its love like a cattle prod. Born free, but still they hate. Born me, no I can't change. It's always darkest just before the dawn. So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong. Make it stop. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. On the way down singing, Woah, woah. The cold river washed him away, But how could we forget? The gatherings saw candles, but not their tongues. And too much blood has flown from the wrists, Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss. Who will rise to stop the blood? We're calling for, Insisting on, a different beat, yeah. A brand new song. Whoa, whoa [x3] (Tyler Clementi, age 18. Billy Lucas, age 15. Harrison Chase Brown, age 15 Cody J. Barker, age 17 Seth Walsh, age 13.) Make it stop, Let this end. This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin. But proud I stand of who I am, I plan to go on living. Make it stop, let this end, all these years pushed to the ledge, but proud I stand, of who I am, I plan to go on living
