Run Fatty Run
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I want to tell you something. Ever since I was a child, I have been made fun of and picked on as "the fat girl". I have heard every insult you can possibly imagine, including your Forrest Gump reference. While you were sitting in your black sports car, driving down the road on this lovely day, you thought it would be funny to yell "run fatty run" at me. I am sure you did not expect me to yell "fuck you!" back, which is why you came around for a second yell, which I ignored.
It might be hard for you to see, but I now weigh 160 pounds. I have lost over 30 pounds in 7 months, and gained more confidence than I can measure. While your childish methods of picking on someone may be the only outlet for you to find joy in life, I find my satisfaction in bettering myself as a human being, not making others feel like less of one. Your hateful words, while they hurt at first, gave me more motivation to run an additional half mile today, which allowed me to run 1.5 miles non-stop - something that I have never done.
So please, continue to make fun of me. I will be running that same route every other day, huffing and puffing my ass until it becomes as easy as normal breathing. One day, you will be driving by and see me in shorts and a tank top, running with ease and a perfect stride. And I hope you remember my face, when you feel inclined to whistle at me (you seem the type). I will probably ignore you, but I hear your slander, and use it to push myself and achieve distances I never thought possible. I certainly won't yell "run fatty run" when I'm cheering you on from the sidelines of your 5k, but I will sleep better knowing that I beat you to the finish line.
I want to tell you something. Ever since I was a child, I have been made fun of and picked on as "the fat girl". I have heard every insult you can possibly imagine, including your Forrest Gump reference. While you were sitting in your black sports car, driving down the road on this lovely day, you thought it would be funny to yell "run fatty run" at me. I am sure you did not expect me to yell "fuck you!" back, which is why you came around for a second yell, which I ignored.
It might be hard for you to see, but I now weigh 160 pounds. I have lost over 30 pounds in 7 months, and gained more confidence than I can measure. While your childish methods of picking on someone may be the only outlet for you to find joy in life, I find my satisfaction in bettering myself as a human being, not making others feel like less of one. Your hateful words, while they hurt at first, gave me more motivation to run an additional half mile today, which allowed me to run 1.5 miles non-stop - something that I have never done.
So please, continue to make fun of me. I will be running that same route every other day, huffing and puffing my ass until it becomes as easy as normal breathing. One day, you will be driving by and see me in shorts and a tank top, running with ease and a perfect stride. And I hope you remember my face, when you feel inclined to whistle at me (you seem the type). I will probably ignore you, but I hear your slander, and use it to push myself and achieve distances I never thought possible. I certainly won't yell "run fatty run" when I'm cheering you on from the sidelines of your 5k, but I will sleep better knowing that I beat you to the finish line.
Sandy I agree with you. Im not sure it would motivate me to run either. I would likely do indoor activities until I was really fit and THEN run outdoors again. Now...having said that, I'm sure the comment wouldve really made me angry and seeing someone COME BACK to do it again likely wouldve resulted in a right cross across the jaw.