This movie taught me to be happy to be fat

This movie opened my eyes to a few things. Not about how cruel people are to fat people-I've known that ridicule for almost my entire life-but to a few things about me personally. Watching Kaley Cuoco's character berate and humiliate her mother time and time again during the movie for being overweight and for getting sick, I am overjoyed at the social differences I've achieved because of my obesity.

It baffled me that on one hand, Alyson appeared to be having this enlightenment to the world of what it's like to be overweight, while at the same time still treating her mother the way she did. Most people are ashamed of their parents now and again, but to fully admit that you were embarassed because your mom was overweight? How could one be so shallow? And I am glad for the fact that being overweight has taught me how to judge someone from the inside rather than the outside.

It's not that I don't hate being overweight. I do. I have anxiety issues, depression, self-hatred, the whole thing. I've been ripped apart and teased since I went into school. But all of that teasing and the realization of being different from everyone else taught me how to be empathetic. How to appreciate someone for what they're like instead of what they look like. I'm more patient and less concerned with trivial things like my makeup or hair or what car I drive or what purse I own. I could care less that I wear clothes from Walmart. I care about love, and friendship, and my family. I care about reading, writing, religion, politics, spirituality, faith, psychology, photography, movies. What I look like and what others look like is the last thing on my mind.

And other people on these boards are right--this movie's been done before. And no one's learned anything from it. People are still gonna continue to be shallow forever. It's depressing, but true.