you can’t have love but you can’t have the hate either. you cannot have anything, and you can’t claim that nothing, either. i’m a fat woman and thin women are ideal- thin with curves. but i’m not curvy, i’m just fat. i try and point this out, but i can’t have that. because i’m thin and people say ew to me!
FUCK you. you have an entire industry devoted to making people look like you. you have an industry devoted to making clothes to fit your body. if you go to the doctor, your health will more likely be soundly evaluated than me, who will just be told to lose weight and pay the co-pay.
but people say ew to me! yeah, people yuck at me too. they tell me i’m worthless. they tell me to die. they would rather be dead than look like me.
but i can’t own that right? no. your offense is more important than my oppression. and how dare we have a space for ourselves, right? how dare we be treasured above you ever, in any corner. you have whole industries, we can’t have one corner.
My emphasis added in bold.