Fat Health Care Manifesto

Blaming fat people for the rising cost of health care is the moral equivelent of punching someone in the face, then suing them for the cost of dry cleaning when they happen to bleed on you.

Aside from all the malarky about blaming adipose tissue for everything from genetic disorders to hangnails, most of the rising cost is attributed to “treatment” of “obesity”.

And I say No.

I am putting my foot down.

I will NOT accept blame for the cost of eradicating me.

I will not accept blame for the side effects of ineffective drugs, crippling elective and uneccesary surgery, institutionalized shame and disordered eating that is forced upon me in the hopes of making me disappear.

I refuse to own the discomfort my body causes others.

I will not admit fault in this, this cultural purge of the two-thirds otherness that reminds them of the futility of their quest for immortality through better pharmaceuticals.

I refuse this particular bill. I plead not guilty, and reverse the charges. I am not to blame for their desire to make everyone look, act, eat and sicken alike.

Want to cut the cost of health care?

Give me back my body.

Let me live without your shame.

I promise you that the world will not end as a result. I promise that letting fat people be fat will NOT end in the conspicuous consumptive horror of Wall-E. I promise that once we accept that everyone will eventually sicken and die, we can free up immense resources for making everyone’s finite life more healthy and enjoyable.

And to those who believe that I should be responsible for paying their sick jollies in torturing the minds and bodies of generations with the fantasy carrot and starvation stick,

I say

Fuck You.