If I had a gun, when some drunk jackass stumbled up to my table and started talking shit about how dare I eat in public, I would shoot him. And I’d feel no remorse and I’d be on death row, unless, on the off-chance I actually got twelve fat people on my jury.
They’d probably ask for clarification: “Did he really come up to your table and just start in ‘Dang, girl, look at you eating.’?”
And I would say, “Yes.”
And they would say, “Not guilty.”
Seriously, I have two comments about this.
One being how much it kills me whenever doctors and other folks go on about fat folks as if we don’t get that we’re fat. Please, name me one other state of being where total strangers feel free to walk up to you in public and “correct” your behavior. Sorry, world, apparently I am so hideously gross that my mere presense in a bar ruins the bar experience for others.
Two being how dude looked like a troll. Seriously, “John,” you need to take a long hard look in the mirror before you criticize anyone else’s appearance.
That is all.
Edited to Add: Brittney’s take. Maybe it wasn’t about me being fat. Maybe he was just a jackass. Good thing I don’t have a gun.