I was just lying in bed, mulling over how shitty life is and I remembered a random shitty moment from the past. One day, during recess when I was in grade 5, a girl walked up to me and asked if I’ve seen her friend, let’s call the friend Elaine. I have to make up a name for the friend because I didn’t bother to learn the name of this person who doesn’t affect my life. I wasn’t 100% sure who Elaine was, and I asked if it was her fat friend. It was, but I hadn’t seen her so that was the end of that.
After recess was over, the teacher called me over to make me apologize for calling the girl fat. That was stupid. I only used “fat” as an accurate descriptor to clarify a question I was asked. There was no contempt involved. I wasn’t prancing around asking if she lost her fat friend. There was no other way to describe her anyway. What, you mean the Elaine who’s not in my class who I’ve never talked to and isn’t skinny? Fuck that, she’s fat.