"And you only have two weeks to live, fatty."

Today I had to venture down to our local family clinic because, for some reason, the medical practice I go to believes that you shouldn't be able to refill your birth control prescription like any other prescription.

If you have arthritis and need pain killers, you can refill your prescription by email.

If you need heart medication or anti depressants you can do the same.

But by god, if you just want to fuck for fun and not get pregnant - you must be punished!! No matter how long you've been on the pill or on the same prescription, the only way you can get a refill is by going down to the family clinic and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...

It's not as bad as going to a Planned Parenthood where you could end up being there for 4 hours- but you still have to wait a long time. But worst than the waiting, you have to put up with the other people who go to these clinics.

The trashy teenagers who need to travel in packs to get their pills. The nasty couples who are all over each other who want you to know just how badly they need that bag of free condoms, and the teenage mothers who, yet again, need to bring a posse with them to wait. It's just depressing.

I actually had a woman in there last time yelling at the staff that they didn't give her enough free condoms in her bag,

"Hello!! Can you fill this bag up! I tell ya! You people really skimp on these and never give me enough. It's your fault I have 8 kids!!!!"

I swear to god.

So today, I go. I wait. I wait. I get called into a room.

I step on an ancient looking scale, fully clothed and with my shoes on.

I go sit in a room where the lady pulls up a screen on a computer and says, "So last time you were on this....OK, six more months...OK."

She takes my blood pressure and says that it's good. And then she looks at me and says,

    "Your weight is over the top. You should try to lose the weight any way you can."

And then I couldn't speak. I quietly took my prescription and zombied my way out of the clinic.

MY WEIGHT IS OVER THE TOP!?!?!!

Had I been living in a world where when I thought I was a bit heavier and a bit curivier than I had ever been before when I was actually dangerously over weight and unhealthy?!

Are the UK size 12 jeans I wear actually plus sized jeans and I just didn't notice?

Perhaps it was somebody else going to the gym at least twice a week since April.

Maybe it's some other girl that's been eating fucking vegetable soup and god damn Special K snack bars every day for the past two weeks.

Maybe that girl doing push-ups each morning and sit-ups before she goes to bed is just a figment of my unhealthy, lard-filled, fatty McFat-fat imagination.

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!?!?!

How unbelievably, retardedly irresponsible of her!

Do you want to know how much information she had on me?

My weight. What birth control medication I've been on. My blood pressure.

THAT IS ALL.

She didn't have my chart, she didn't know how tall I was, my BMI, what my diet was like, if I exercise at all, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING.

She didn't know if I had an eating disorder or not!What if I was bulimic and she just flippantly said that my weight was "over the top" and that I should "lose it anyway I can".

How about binging and purging, does that sound like a good idea to you, you fucking idiot!!!!????

I'm sorry, but from what I've learned about body image and health, WEIGHT doesn't not equal HEALTH.

You DO NOT tell a young woman that she has a weight problem without knowing ANYTHING about her! Especialy if you're a fucking NURSE.

So, FUCK YOU nurse lady.

I don't have a god damn weight problem. I'm curvy. I weigh more that other girls my height because I have a different body type than they do. (OK and I like to eat pizza.)

I've been trying really hard to eat better lately. I've been trying to lose weight before I go back to California in September. I exercise. I take vitamins every single day. I drink a lot of water. And I don't drink as much as I used to, and I've really cut back on junk food.

I am healthy. So, if being curvy and healthy makes me fat, than you can kiss my fat ass, lady.