‘Get out of the way, you fat fuck’. These are the words a young bloke yelled at me from his moving car as I walked across a carpark in suburban Canberra. He swerved his car toward me, I assume to scare me. I was scared. His words still make me feel like I have less rights to exist, to occupy space, because I’m fat. This was over ten years and twenty kilograms ago. Unsurprisingly, this guy’s insult and near miss didn’t motivate me to lose weight….
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