November 13, 2019
A photo on Instagram informs me that next year is a new decade. Hurrah. This year I've been at my fattest. Maybe 80% of the time I've chosen to hide at home instead of being subjected to fat-shaming at family gatherings. I know fat-shaming isn't everyone's goal, some of them do mean well, some of them just don't know how else to simply say "Hello. How are you." Just, I'm tired of being the recipient of "Ang taba mo" regardless if it's malicious or harmless. I just wish people would stop voicing out their weight-related observations. Please.