So I read the first novel of a young plump writer recently. Dietland. I liked it, sort of. The lust she expresses for food about three quarters of the way in, feels and sounds like me. Except for the baking. I do not bake anymore. Truth is, I have never really enjoyed baking but prepackaged cakes, cookies and candy. Shoot. I could eat them all day long! I liked her anarchist writing against men who demean fat women, physically attack women, rape women. How I think it would be cool to have an avenger to help erase the hurt, death, pain and mutilation that men afflict on women. Even women they purportedly love.  I liked that the woman at the center of the story, Plum came out of her shell and by the end of the novel had decided to live life now and not wait until she was thin. The story talked about the mutilating aspects of bypass surgery. How can a person even think of slashing into their body when one of the side effects of this surgical mutilation is death? Could be death. Death is better than being fat?

Just this morning I read on line of a new pill to make you thinner, have less appetite. There was no discussion of side effects or effectiveness, just a like our page post. People, mainly men, wrote mean things underneath in the comments about getting off your fat ass, shut your mouth, don't eat anything in a package. Why is fat the last, last cruel joke people play on themselves? Each other? Be fat. Claim yourself and if you do not want to be fat. Work it out. But for all those mean, evil, small minded butt wipes who think it is okay to insult someone who is different, f them.