Don’t tell him it’s wrong to say I’m fat…

Reading “The Cow Goes Moooo” (do you HAVE to have such a difficult
diarist name LOL) entry today reminded me of something a friend of mine
told me years ago and I decided to put it in here today.

I had a
very close friend some years ago by the name of David. He, actually,
was the first one I knew to get obesity surgery. David was about 6’4”
and must have weighed 400 lbs. or close to it. He was, needless to say,
immense in size. One day, before he got the surgery, he was waiting at
the bus stop and a mother and young child were there. The child asked
him, “Why are you so fat?” or something like that. The mother quickly
told the child, “Shhh… don’t say things like that!”

David
corrected the mother and told her, “Don’t tell him it’s wrong to say
I’m fat, because that’s the truth. But do tell him it’s wrong to say
that being fat is bad, because no one should judge me because of it.”