Who Is This Bitch?

To the woman who watches me in spin and chugs her Haterade,

Fuck you.

Your “Good Job” and condescending pat on the back as I left spin 15 minutes early is noted.

What you don’t know is that I started spinning 30 minutes before the class started since I know I cant stay the full hour. What you don’t know is that I was in a competition with you the whole spin class and I rode one gear higher than you at all times. And it was easy. People like you fuel me. What you don’t know is that I’ve been through hell and back…but that’s just it. I’m back. What you don’t know is that I’ve done endurance bike rides through rolling hills for 40+ miles. What you don’t know is that I’ve fought long and hard to get where I am and your “pity” for the fat girl isn’t appreciated.

What you don’t know is that I’m a cyclist. I’m a runner. I’m a swimmer. I’m not just an athlete, I’m a triathlete.

There will always be people who want to see me fail, but I’ll be damned if they will.

Love Always,





5 thoughts on “Who Is This Bitch?

  1. The tone of, “Oh you poor fat fuck…maybe if you’d have put the Oreos down you wouldn’t be like this.” and the way she watched me. I’ve had people admire my effort and this was nothing like that. There’s an obvious difference.

  2. I’m with you on this one! Last week, I was doing a gentle jog in my local park and some bloke on a bike started shouting, “Come on… keep going… you can do it!” Inside, I was shouting, “I know I can do it – I’ve run five marathons in last two years, have you?” but I sucked it up and ignored him as he wasn’t worth my breath.

  3. Thank you for this! You have taught me that when I encourage people, it needs to come from a place of mutual respect, and not condescension. The assumption that just because someone is heavy means they’re at the beginning of their “journey” is a fallacy, and you have shown me how every person represents a strength no onlooker can really know. I love you, boo. You strong motherfucker.

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