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12/19/2014 01:22 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

To The Fit Woman At Marketplace Foods

To the fit woman at the grocery store in Minot, North Dakota,

I assume that you remember who I am. I was the 200-pound redhead who looked like she had just crawled out of bed in the produce section at Marketplace Foods. I was getting some vegetables for my dinner, just like you were. I was looking at my grocery list on my phone... making sure I got everything I needed. In fact, I laughed when my daughter sent a silly text.

I noticed you next to me with your friend. I thought your yoga pants were cute. I need new yoga pants.

So, you probably thought because I was looking at my phone that I couldn't hear things around me. Well, I can. I am pretty talented. I can read a text AND listen to insults. It is my superpower.

So, I heard what you said about me when you thought I wasn't listening.

You told your friend that it is sad that I am the size I am. Who is it sad for?

You told your friend it was nice to see someone like me buy vegetables "for a change." You know, because you have been shopping with me before to see what I buy.

You also made the assumption that I do not care about my health.

That's right, I heard every word you were saying to the athletic guy you were shopping with. I heard you laugh at me and say something to the effect that I should get a mirror to see what I truly look like.

Not that it matters, but what would you have said about me seven months ago? At that time, I was over 300 pounds.

Even at 300 pounds, I was running around with my four kids. I did not hate myself. I ate vegetables and I owned a mirror. Here is proof.

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I wanted to get healthier for myself and I did. So now, I eat a strict Paleo diet most of the time so all I really eat is meat and veggies. That means that, during this transition period, I have the worst wardrobe possible -- nothing fits! Everything is loose, so I do not own a lot of clothes right now. I do not need to look perfect, just feel great. Oh, I work out as well, as I assume you do. When I started this journey I could barely do a few minutes of P90X3. When you saw me, I had just finished.

Do you remember me now?

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You really should not worry about other people around you. You do not know about my life, so why would you feel sad? Why, because I weigh more than you do? Because you feel like you have a better life because you have some cute yoga pants?

Trust me, we can all get those.

I know you understand I heard you. I looked right at you right when you were making the mirror comment.

I feel sorry for that man with you who hung his head in shame. He looked embarrassed. That is why I smiled at him when he mouthed the word "sorry" to me.

Although I was irritated with your remarks, you didn't succeed in pissing me off. Although you really tried to fat shame me to the point humiliation, I cannot say you truly succeeded.

You just reminded me that beauty comes from the inside. It will not be long when I look just like you in cute yoga pants next to a 200-pound woman in the produce section. I will just say hi and smile.

I refuse to be like you.

I truly wish you the best, and I am sure we will see each other again. I might even be wearing the same yoga pants.

But next time, keep your comments to yourself.

Respectfully,

Joey

Originally posted on The Anti-Jared

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