Fatso : The day I got called a Fatso!

Fatso

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What's your BMI? asks dad urgently.

Why,I ask.

Son,dad advises me over the telephone,it's time you lost some weight,now that you've become fat!

 

But dad!,you haven't even seen me for the last eight months! How can you possibly know that I'm fat...does my voice sound thick over the telephone? Are my words too heavy? Does it weigh heavily on your mind when you think about me? 

Huh? 

Huh?

Well...I heard people talk...

Dad,Dad...I'm 176 cm tall and weigh 68 kilos.Now You calculate my BMI!

Son, denial is not just a river in egypt...it's natural for the mind to refuse to acknowledge reality,

particularly if it so distasteful as obesity.The first step is to accept that you have a problem.

No,No! I'm not fat...end of discussion.

Ok(sighs)...Just be careful with what you eat and exercise once in a while or so...we're going to have a serious discussion on this when you come back.

Bye (click)

Was it true? Am I in denial?

Had I become a Fatso?

Fatso! FATSO! fatso! FATso! fatSO! fATso! FatSO!