Listen to one of our abused members
tell his sad story of prejudice…
Yeah, that’s right, I’m a pig. So what?
It was good, there was a lot of it, and I ATE IT ALL. Thanksgiving Dinner. Ahhh!!! I could eat turkey every day of the week. And I could eat a lot of it and ALL of the trimmings. And I don’t feel an ounce of guilt or shame over it. But people have said some terrible things to me about my shape and size. What do they want… “I’m a pig,” I tell them. It’s as if they have no compassion or empathy at all.
One even suggested stomach stapling.
STOMACH STAPLING? “I’m a pig! And I ‘want’ to eat a lot. Why would I want my stomach stapled?” I may not be the brightest pig in the sty, but wouldn’t that make my stomach smaller?
I want it enlarged, not shrunk.
I love to eat and I’m comfortable in my own body. The sanctimonious crowd may not be comfortable with eating this much, but I say, “Good! More for me. Now get out of the way before I staple your mouth shut.”
“Just pass the turkey.”
“That stuffing doesn’t have bacon in it, does it? Then again, don’t tell me.”
What a sad story.
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