Carry Me Bitch!

Let’s set the record straight. I’m fat. I had a stroke. I couldn’t walk normally or comfortably for a few months. Hell, I still nearly trip on air sometimes. Not once, have I ever used one of those electric wheel chairs that they have at the store for disabled people.

Now that we have that cleared up let’s discuss these “disabled” people. First off, being fat is not a disability. You are not disabled when you have to ability to change it. I know there are people, none of which read this blog, that have legitimate health reasons for using the chairs AND happen to be fat. But health reasons as a result of being fat should not warrant you taking up the entire aisle in your “I’m too lazy to walk around in the grocery store which is why I CAN’T walk around in the grocery store anymore” scooter. These people piss me off because not only do they generally encompass the entire aisle, not because of their size mind you, because they drive down the middle leaving no room for your shopping cart to squeeze by.

It pisses me off when someone who has made bad choices in their life expects it to affect everyone else. I have been fat most of my life. I have never, not once, asked anyone to make special concessions for me because of it. You can even ask my girlfriend, who is in fact Wonder Woman, and she SHOULD tell you that even after my stroke there are very few things I ask her to do for me. The stroke was my fault. I don’t want pity, just understanding. That’s a whole ‘nother topic.

Bottom line is this: being fat is not a disability. Point blank and period.

*and I realize the title of this post has very little to do with the content but it made me giggle when I typed it.