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"I think there might be something good about being fat,' I said. It felt good to say the word fat. I had always avoided it, but it had the same thrust as fuck and the same power-an illicit f-word, the top teeth digging into the bottom lip, spewing the single syllable: fat.

"Because I'm fat, I know how horrible everyone is. If  I looked like a normal woman, if I looked like you, then I'd never know how cruel and shallow people are. I see a different side to humanity. Those guys I went on the blind dates with treated me like I was subhuman. If I were thin and pretty, they would have shown me a different side, a fake one, but since I look like this, I know what they're truly like.*