Dear BMI Calculator, by the time you read this I’ll be gone….
The past few years with you have been hard. I stuck with you because I truly believed that you would change, I know now that I was only fooling myself. That’s not to say we didn’t have some good times (remember the time I got down to a 27.0 when I got food poisoning in India?), but ultimately I have to admit to myself that this relationship just simply isn’t working and make a clean break.
Don’t act like this is a big shock to you. I consider myself a pretty resilient person; I can handle being called fat by my friends, my family, my butcher… I know they mean well and want me to get thinner for my own health. You on the other hand constantly demand that I either lose 100 pounds or gain 15 inches to my height in order to fit into what you consider “Normal”. No matter what I try you won’t accept me as I am. How can we have a meaningful relationship when you don’t recognize how hard I have been hitting the gym lately? Instead of noticing that I’ve gained 15 pounds of muscle, you simply stop calling me “overweight” and start calling me “obese”.
I can see clearly now that the only way I could ever be good enough for you is of I hacked off both my legs and a good portion of my lower intestine and that’s a sacrifice I’m not willing to make.
I wish you well in the future, I’m sure you’ll lad on your feet and find someone else to berate with your constant judging. If you see me on the internet don’t stop to ask how I am or make small talk….it’s just to hard.
Goodbye forever.
Chad
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