If a fat person dies and one more person says to me, “Fat Person died because s/he was FAT!” I’m gonna sit my fat behind on that person’s unfat face.

If you must be a condescending pseudo doctor know-it-all fuckwad, please, let’s be more appropriate about diagnosing.

Try: That Fat Person died because s/he was eating poisonous garbage that our food system has passed off as food for the past 40 years!

Or: That Fat Person died because there were no grocery stores or running public transportation in her neighborhood!

Or: That Fat Person died because soceity treats obesity as if it were a personal choice rather than a reflection of the addictive additive ingredients in our food chain that have been present for the past 40 years.

Or: That Fat Person died because she worked three jobs and never had time to prepare her own meals!

Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that got it’s funding from soda corporations and was blasted with Coca Cola advertising from the time she was in middle school until the time she graduated!

Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that stopped offering gym classes and lived with working class parents that had no choice but to sit her in front of a t.v. after school so she would stay out of trouble and off the streets.

Or: That Fat Person died because I’m an asshole and made her feel like shit about herself, so she did the only thing that kept her safe and made her feel good.

Or: That Fat Person died because seven of her friends died after being shot at walking to/from school/the store/etc and it was safer for her to stay inside watching t.v. than “go for a walk.”

Or: That Fat Person died because she grew up being told that “Princesses” must always stay clean, wear pretty clothes, be little ladies, etc. And she’s a princess, right?

Or: That Fat Person died because s/he couldn’t afford high quality food and even if she could, I’m too big of an asshole to show stupid Fat People how to cook high quality food!

Or: That Fat Person died because she was black, and racism is a motherfucker on the body.

I used to know this boy. At one point I was pretty close with him. We drifted apart through the high school years. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. He spent about, what, 12 years of his life in some form of education. Anyway, it was at GCSE’s at our school. In his final days of his exams, he was hit by a car. Died instantly. He worked and studied for 95 percent of his whole life. It’s not his fault, but he did. He studied and learned to get a “good future” and died before getting there. He is never going to see the world. He did so little to say he had been in the world for 16 years. That’s it. He’s gone. Over. I was told by one of his close friends he was saying just a few days before he died, “I’ll never die, I’m going to live forever”. And that’s just it, no one does. No one lives forever. In fact quite the opposite. Our generation is expected to die before our parents. It’s so hard to break the boundaries that society have put on us, but you have to. I know it’s not hard to be scared about your future. You think you have to work nonstop so you can live when you’re older. But fuck it. Your teenage years will be the best years of your life, so go live them. Road trips, making music, whatever. Just go do it. Don’t waste your time now for the future because it may never happen. You may be killed tomorrow. I’m never going to live my life in the conventional form that is birth, school, college, work, marriage, the grave. Fuck this. Go chase the sunset. Meaning stop putting shit off. Get off the computer and go make an unforgettable moment happen with your friends. Go get that feeling like when you’re in another country and the air is warm and you feel so different..