I was 18 and weighed about 260 lbs. I was still in that state of mind where I thought everyone judged me and Life was just making one big fat joke after another at my expense. You be the judge as to whether or not that was true in this case.
I went to the grocery store, got what I needed, and went to check out. The check out girl was nice enough, but she felt it her . . . duty? right? to inform me of the caloric and/or fat content of everything I bought. Not just "wow, this has a lot of calories." I mean flipping the box over to the nutritional information and reading me the numbers because the fat cells had migrated to my brain and hindered my ability to understand numbers.
I only remember two of the 20, 30 things I bought. One was a cheesecake. A regular Sara Lee cheesecake. From the girl's look you'd have thought I handed her a bomb, like the wonderful calories were going to go through the plastic, leap out the cardboard box, seep into her pores and give her an ass like mine, a look of wonderment as she read me the calories and fat per serving. " And that's just per serving, not the whole thing."
The second thing was popcorn, because after she read the numbers she suggested rice cakes. I like rice cakes. After typing that, I'm craving a rice cake. But I think rice cakes, along with celery and grapefruits, are just codes for Diet Food.
Here's the thing. Was I buying the food because I was going home to pathetically overeat and bemoan my thunder thighs, fat ass, poochy tummy, pudgy earlobes? Was I picking up food for my roommates because they were all slammed with papers and starving? Was I buying the supplies for a newspaper party to celebrate putting an issue to bed early? Was I buying it to donate it to charity for my First Year Seminar's charity requirement?
It doesn't matter.
You can make up any scenario you want. Still doesn't matter.
At the time I went to my car and cried and cried and cried, but now, I think I know what I would have liked to say.
Miss, here are a few things you should know.
1. Just because a fat person buys it doesn't mean they will eat it.
2. And if they do, it's still none of your concern.