When I was 16, I got jumped by two guys after work. They took my phone, my money, and they beat me up terribly. I had a broken collar bone, a busted tooth and I couldn't go to school for two weeks. I was fat, 80kilos, and I couldn't run or defend myself. All I did was cry and beg for them not to rape me, which finally they thankfully didn't. When something like this happens, you feel really bad. You get terrible depression and have low self esteem. You always imagine yourself as being some kind of ninja, who has seen enough Stephen Segall movies to be able to take anything. After you get jumped, your ego drops to 0 Kelvin. I comfort ate for 6 years, having nightmares about this, feeling sorry for myself, lying to myself, and dismissing concerned opinions as 'skinny bitches who dont understand my pain'. All I did for 6 years of my youth was eat, smoke pot, drink, and hate myself. I was a hambeast. 3 years ago, all of a sudden, I woke the fuck up. I was 22, 100 Kilos, and so terribly lonely. I realized that I was lazy and fat and that everyone who had mentioned it, was right. In a short time, with thanks to DIET AND EXCERCISE, I was down to 60 Kilos, which is where I am now and I feel great. Since then I have accomplished 3 marathons, and go weightlifting regularily. I have a social life now, something I doubt Obeasts know a lot about, other than posting compliments for themselves and eachother on whatever.com. Fast forward to Monday night this week, the first of June. I was walking home from a HSV spiel party, (Germans will know), when I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw a guy running toward me. I was shocked at first, and I yelled at him loudly. Then he grabbed my purse. I socked him so fucking hard in the face that he fell, pulling me down with him. We hit the pavement hard. He got up and ran away, and I ran after him. Sadly, he was much faster than me, even though I train regularily I am still a woman and this guy was no fatty either. He hopped on the back of a scooter, parked at the end of the street, and he and his accomplice ran away, with nothing to show for it. I checked my bag and found everything still inside, and called the police. They made me go to the hospital, because they thought my hand was broken from punching the guy. The found spurs of his blood on the ground, but sadly no teeth. Its still being investigated but I honestly dont care about whether or not they catch them. I just care about how well i did. I feel fantastic. I defended myself and I was fit enough to do it well and while taking little damage. I feel like for the first time in years, I am tough. If I was still fat, I would still be a victim. Fat people in our society love to play the victim. I dont understand why, because being a victim hurts very very badly. All it takes is a little motivation, just a little will to live. HAES assholes and Tess Hamiday supporters, take my advice. Learn at least how to run away, in case you ever need to.
TL:DR- I was fat and got jumped when I was 16. I got fit ad dfended myself against two muggers on monday. Fatties suck at living.