On Being Fat And Grocery Shopping:
I get hungry, just like you. My body needs food, just like yours. I got to the grocery store, just like you.
But there seems to be something special about me. I’m fat. And, for whatever reason, because of this, there is something unseen and unspoken that says you get to look in my basket and judge what’s in it.
If I’m making my usual rounds at the local market, this means I start with bread, move to the bulk section, bounce over to cheese, produce, frozen, and then snacks. If you pass me on my way to frozen, you might think, “Good for her ! A nice sourdough, some granola, dried fruits… she’ll lose that weight in no time !” But, if you’re in line behind me, you might think, “Does she really need TWO different kinds of ice cream ??”
I, too, look in other people’s baskets. I’m a curious creature, it’s what I do. However, I don’t look in a person’s basket and police what they’re choosing to purchase. I like to create meals with what they have, or maybe get inspired to pick up something I may not have thought of myself (why am I the only person who never thinks to get yogurt ??).
Here’s the thing, folks: What I purchase, isn’t your business. That’s it. It’s really, really that simple. If it’s healthy, if it’s not. It’s not your business.
I don’t have to tell you to consider that maybe I’m having a party, or that this food isn’t for me. Because it doesn’t matter if it is or isn’t. Your money isn’t paying for this. Mine is.
Be curious all you want, but when you find yourself judging me based on my bag of chips or my tub of organic cherry tomatoes, switch focus to your own basket, cuz that’s kiiiinda what you came there for.
And, yes, I DO need TWO different kinds of ice cream. Duh ?