Well, no more, not for me nor any of mine. I do not want to hear about your latest weight-loss scheme; I will not make self-deprecating jokes about my size, nor tolerate them being played out in my presence; I will not live on salad forever as penance for my shape; you should NOT assume I would rather be thin and am “just fooling myself”, nor should you assume that I consume large quantities of junk food and never exercise (you’d be wrong in all three cases); I will challenge the assumption that fat people are stupid, clumsy, lacking in personal hygeine, and bad in bed (you’d REALLY be wrong there); and you definitely better make sure I get equal access to everything life has to offer, or there will be hell to pay.»” —Marty Hale-Evans (http://www.martynet.org/size.html)
- Family, he said after some time looking at me reading.
- What? *I take off the headphones* - I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.
- We’re all family. Brothers and sisters. You are my sister! - he tells me with a smile and picking up my lighter to light some fire into his badly hand-rolled cigarette.
- Yeah… right! - I smiled and nodded, at the same time trying to calculate what kind of drug he had flowing in his body. *alcohol? pot? acid? religion?* After a couple of seconds my head was faced towards my book. I could feel him looking at me again for a while until suddenly… he walked away. What a weird fella!