tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post1796570324389498060..comments2022-03-25T12:47:06.323-05:00Comments on The Fat Pagan: TL;DR - Food IssuesKitsune Yokaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395855731012641970noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-64239869457553552172012-09-06T01:46:00.618-05:002012-09-06T01:46:00.618-05:00I'm sorry that I am only replying now. I am so...I'm sorry that I am only replying now. I am sorry that you went through this bullshit in your life, but I am happy that you are no longer in that kind of place. I fervently hope that you are in a happy, safe, loving environment at this time of your life and if you ever need to vent, feel free to email me and I respond to that very quickly. (((((((Ravan)))))))Kitsune Yokaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395855731012641970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-65103455586279624702012-07-24T02:09:16.386-05:002012-07-24T02:09:16.386-05:00I was the outcast, the bookworm, teased mercilessl...I was the outcast, the bookworm, teased mercilessly all through grade school. The other kids would call me ugly, fat, freak, etc. I was in 6th grade when I finally got glasses. 5th grade was when I started stealing money out of my mothers purse for candy. <br /><br />My family has a very dysfunctional thing with food. My mom was overweight, and always on some diet or some such. The foods needed for growing kids weren't there. Emotionally abused by my peers, I ate and read. My mom stopped me from swiping from her purse. Later <i>put</i> me on Weight Watchers, saying "we" were going on a diet. People say Weight Watchers is a great program, now. I still associate it with being portion controlled and malnourished.<br /><br />By the time I hit high school, my parents were getting a divorce. Not enough to eat at home, still emotionally abused by my so-called peers, I was now also malnourished - fat, but malnourished. My lunch at school was a bag of Doritos and a Mr Pibb, and I'd go hide somewhere. I would wake up and have to eat something lest I start to black out. <br /><br />I had been told I was fat and ugly for so long that I took inside. That's what fat-shaming does. I had bigger boobs than my classmates, and that made it worse - the jealousy that the fat girl had bigger tits. If I could give them away I would.<br /><br />The only reason I didn't kill myself is that doing so would let the jerks win. But it still wasn't until I was 22, and had been a witch for 5 years, that I could look at myself in a mirror and not see and hear "ugly".<br /><br />Fat shaming and diet evangelism makes me enraged, because it's just a continuation of the psychological abuse that started when I was small.Ravan Asterishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13971890629927800267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-56784334724836055742012-07-23T02:00:31.183-05:002012-07-23T02:00:31.183-05:00Thank you for your awesome comments. I look back n...Thank you for your awesome comments. I look back now and am amazed. I am a completely different person, and thankfully I have wonderful people around now. Like that saying goes, "Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."Kitsune Yokaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395855731012641970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-18662736097851849292012-07-21T23:14:46.113-05:002012-07-21T23:14:46.113-05:00Thank you for sharing-like David, I'm glad you...Thank you for sharing-like David, I'm glad you've found your way onto a better Path.JeninCanadahttp://www.fatandnotafraid.jigsy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-46836263948734314982012-07-20T11:00:11.544-05:002012-07-20T11:00:11.544-05:00The most frustrating thing as a parent was my comp...The most frustrating thing as a parent was my complete helplessness in the situation. We'd complain to the school and nothing would happen. We would complain to the parents and it would only get worse. Mt. Zion, GA is hell; I hate that place. We did get that teacher fired, though. And I would have moved if we could afford it or home schooled you if I could have. You would have been better off by far. <br />But, you were always loved and loved deeply.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703784548093472811.post-68007332869222024472012-07-20T10:01:56.677-05:002012-07-20T10:01:56.677-05:00I was the fat outcast at my school too, but the ha...I was the fat outcast at my school too, but the harassment never got as bad as what you were put through. I'm glad you found a way out of the torture. My way out seems to be through Paganism also, and I see you as a good example of how well it works. Thank you for posting these blogs.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15584237461235094938noreply@blogger.com