it doesn’t matter how smart I am, or how talented. When you’re fat, all of those qualities are erased. All that exists to represent you as a three-dimensional and nuanced human is your fatness, and your fatness is translated in a kind of visual shorthand for all sorts of moral failings. Laziness. Gluttony. Uncleanliness. An unholy lack of self-control and self-discipline. The very sight of you is almost like an affront; your existence is almost offensive.
