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July 29th, 2003
I went to visit my dad Saturday to help him with his computer. We went out to get a pizza at this new place that opened near his house. It was just a standard little buffet style cheap family pizza joint. Naturally, it was filled with all kinds of overweight people and their overweight children - and my dad hates fat people. I don’t know why, I think to him it just symbolizes lazy and sloth maybe. But he was soo funny. Honestly, out of every five people that walked through the door, three of them were overweight. It was amazing. You just couldn’t help but notice.
But it didn’t really hit me until today when I was reiterating the story to Jules, not only did I grow up surrounded by the pageant industry, but also a fat-hating father. No wonder I have such a fucked up self-image.
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