You Fat Bastard
Nashvillians are in a tizzy over this article which lists Tennessee as having the fifth-highest rate for obesity. Blake Wylie extrapolites a political philosophy from the data, while Sarah Moore draws her own conclusions.
I am fat. It's not a secret once you've seen me in person. (Sorry, you'll have to take my word for it. I don't generally allow my picture to be taken.) I have been on nearly every diet in the world. I am not lazy and I don't eat like a pig. I work out strenuously during the times when my body will allow me to. I go to McDonalds about once a month. If I had my way I'd be thin so that people wouldn't look at me with disgust when I unload my grocery cart and waiters would stop telling me that I've ordered too much food in their restaurant. I don't generally care what others think of me, because I don't have that much time. There are occasions, however, that I'd like to not be sneered at simply for existing.
Weight prejudice in this country seems to be escalating. People are using the new cudgle of 'health concern' to wield this fancy exclusionism. While they pretend to be the equivalent of a sweet grandma reminding you to take your sweater on a fall day, they are really disseminating the twin evils of classism and appearance prejudice. Overweight is presumed to be growing (ha!) problem, based on flawed and inflated statistics.
In most cases, this problem has been wholly manufactured in order to increase interference in the personal lives of free Americans.
In my own case, I was fat before the statistics changed. I'm just as fat now, but technically I'm fatter. Maybe now I'll spend my money on one of the diet companies that sponsors the hype.