- Oct 9, 1999
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/rant on
You know who you are. You muscle-bound overpumped, steroid freaks who make faces and jokes at my expense when I'm in the gym. Here's a clue, dumbasses - there are mirrors on the wall.
Yeah, I know I'm overweight. Kinda hard to miss the GD fact since I've been the "big kid" my entire life. I was six feet tall, 220 pounds, in 8th grade.
So now, here I am, doing the right thing, trying to get healthy. And what do I get? Dicks like you making fun of me while I'm trying to do it. I wonder though, what the hell is your motivation?
Are you trying to shame me, to make me feel like I'm not worthy to be in your world? Too late, that happens to me every day. I'm used to that.
Are you making fun of me because you think I'm going to give up? Not a chance. I got my wake up call, even if it took a baseball bat to the head in the form of an A1C blood test. Your laughing at me is only giving me motivation. Seeing your sneers made me kick my cardio up a notch.
I hate you because you're the same kind of inconsiderate prick that populates this place, who looks at a 140-pound girl and proclaims "She's fat." Yeah, well, screw you guys. I look forward to the day when you're no longer 17, when your diet of Mountain Dew, Doritos and Snickers bars combines to give you an ass the size of Sputnik. And then I'll be the better man - because I've been there. I won't be laughing at you, but I'll pity you. Because your disdain is all the fuel and motivation I need.
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You know who you are. You muscle-bound overpumped, steroid freaks who make faces and jokes at my expense when I'm in the gym. Here's a clue, dumbasses - there are mirrors on the wall.
Yeah, I know I'm overweight. Kinda hard to miss the GD fact since I've been the "big kid" my entire life. I was six feet tall, 220 pounds, in 8th grade.
So now, here I am, doing the right thing, trying to get healthy. And what do I get? Dicks like you making fun of me while I'm trying to do it. I wonder though, what the hell is your motivation?
Are you trying to shame me, to make me feel like I'm not worthy to be in your world? Too late, that happens to me every day. I'm used to that.
Are you making fun of me because you think I'm going to give up? Not a chance. I got my wake up call, even if it took a baseball bat to the head in the form of an A1C blood test. Your laughing at me is only giving me motivation. Seeing your sneers made me kick my cardio up a notch.
I hate you because you're the same kind of inconsiderate prick that populates this place, who looks at a 140-pound girl and proclaims "She's fat." Yeah, well, screw you guys. I look forward to the day when you're no longer 17, when your diet of Mountain Dew, Doritos and Snickers bars combines to give you an ass the size of Sputnik. And then I'll be the better man - because I've been there. I won't be laughing at you, but I'll pity you. Because your disdain is all the fuel and motivation I need.
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