I came across this article that, while giving a sad outlook on the US, proves that there might be some hope across the border in Vancouver.
Here is the article.
This grad student wants Vancouverites to accept her in her obesity. She is tired of feeling shame for her looks, having to import her clothes from the USA, and being used as the brunt of seduction pranks.
Some quotes.
Here is the article.
This grad student wants Vancouverites to accept her in her obesity. She is tired of feeling shame for her looks, having to import her clothes from the USA, and being used as the brunt of seduction pranks.
Some quotes.
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During my first week of graduate school two years ago, another plus-sized girl who was from the States cornered me at a party when she heard I had also done my undergrad here. “Where do you buy your clothes up here?” she whispered. I felt awful, because I was going to break her heart.
I told her the truth. I returned home to Portland often, with an empty suitcase and would pack it full of new clothes for three to six months until I could get back down to the States again.
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And then there’s my dating life in this city. I’ve basically become as celibate as Mother Teresa. After seeing exactly how dismal my sex life was, a roommate of mine convinced me to join a dating site.
In six months of being on the site, with a full body shot on my profile page, I received not a single message from anyone in the Vancouver area. The place I received the most requests for dates? Bellingham.
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In the time since I’ve moved to Vancouver, I’ve managed to partake in a few nights out in other cities: Portland, Seattle, San Francisco, Chicago, and every major Scandinavian city brimming with beautiful blondes, including Copenhagen, Stockholm, and Oslo. In none of those places did anyone feel the need to go out of their way and verbally berate me about my weight as they have here in Vancouver.
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This is my declaration: I know I’m fat, Vancouver.
You can feel free to stop pointing it out and punishing me for it every time you get a chance. This includes the mothers walking in Kits who point at me and think I can’t hear them when they tell their kids they’ll look like me if they keep playing their Xbox all day.