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Today, naming no names as I have no control over who reads this blog, I lost a lot of faith in a few of my peers and in the human race in general. Whilst lazily lounging at the beach, a young girl no older than me was harmlessly playing Frisbee; I worry about where I go next, and what sort of reaction I will ascertain.

I assume I am like no other, in many ways I am dissimilar to the majority of mankind; I have been through experiences, undesirable I’m sure, which have left me with a new sense of the world around me. I gaze around and I don’t think I quite see what other people see, and in all fairness I’m glad I don’t.

The girl on the beach, which I mentioned earlier, was slightly larger than normal people. I would not say obese, but curvy, none the less. I make that opinion independently of what my peers then went on to say next; I am able to evaluate other people because I was once like that myself, having been there leaves me with deepest sympathy for those, “suffering” (Possibly, or completely, the incorrect word to use, it is not “suffering” for those who do not mind.)

My peers who were present on the beach immediately, without any haste, decided to release an onslaught of verbal garbage amongst them selves, quite audibly I might add, about the size of the girl who was playing on the beach. I see little or no problem with what she looked like, it is her prerogative, but they seemed to take a great disliking to her. Several equations to certain sea-mammals (typical I can assure you on the beach…) left me feeling, although completely detached from this young girl, completely and utterly vulnerable. I, by no means, think I am thin, but neither do I feel predominantly fat – Sure I have my days, but don’t we all? I know I still have a little way to get to my goal, but the thought of the way my peers were talking about the girl on the beach left me thinking; “What the hell do they think of me?!”.

Now people will be thinking “Oh, they won’t think that about you, you’re their friend”… Wrong. I think you are even worse of a human being if you make harsher judgements against those you do not know compared to those who you do know.

The comments did not stop at comparing her to a “whale” nor did they get any better. It was then asked whether she was a “dwarf” or a “normal sized little person” and then made various remarks on her clothes, including her “very, very tight top […] which doesn’t help”. The comments even got so far as to complain about her when she was “standing side on”, making juvenile and sarcastic remarks, “Oh I’m getting turned on,” to which they all laughed.

I find it ridiculous and disgusting that comments were made. I looked at her and I didn’t see anything that was out of the norm, nor did I even start to worry about her size; I do not know her, nor can I make a judgement. I find it hard to contemplate what makes a person believe they can comment on a “big” person and not on the disgusting, emaciated, bodies of the “young and beautiful” girls…

I for one pity my peers, and I hope you do to. I for one like people for who they are, and not their waste size.

By the way, 4 exams down, 2 to go; I’m coming home soon!

Losing faith in mankind,
Jonathan.