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I was on a tour holiday in Italy a few years ago when the tour guide started screaming at our hotel manager in Italian. I only know a little Italian, but something about the way they were pointing at me made me listen in...

... the guide was screaming at the hotel for giving us flea-infested rooms. She didn't bother to ask me what the problem was, she just started screaming at this poor manager.

Alternatively, in middle school my nickname was 'The Itchy and Scratchy Show'.

Oh yes! I react horribly to sugar but I still drink with my friends on special occasions. I enjoy hiking and running even though I'm allergic to grass/pollen/stings/dogs. I'd never have unprotected sex despite being allergic to latex and sheepskin, and so on. I take each day with the knowledge that I'm going to react to something- might as well make it worth my while!

Hahahahaha, nice.

Oh wait- serious answers!

Sometimes it itches, sometimes it burns. The deep infected ulcers throb. At about 3am every night I wake up because I sweat in my sleep and soak off the tops of any scabs, so then it bleeds and just hurts. The closest thing I can think of to compare it to is when you have bad sunburn- the peeling patches feel different to the dry patches, and if you accidentally catch it with your nail, well...

... and then a mosquito bites you...

Haha, yes, but I'd have to be in a nearly sterile environment to not be reacting to something in the vicinity. Happily I've yet to develop hives playing my piano.

If you read my comments you'd see that I don't have a problem with overweight people, but with what that group terms 'fat logic'. It genuinely upsets me to see people struggling in their day to day tasks when it's something which actually has a solution. But it actually offends me greatly for those same people to then insist that they deserve to be respected for being morbidly obese, and that destroying their own bodies is somehow a positive thing. My body is doing a damn good job of destroying itself; I remember asking my grandma when I was about 6 why my body "didn't like me" because it was "arguing with me". I honestly can't grasp why people are determined to be self-destructive.

TL:DR: Not an issue with obesity, an issue with entitlement in self-destruction.

EDIT: I just re-read your comment and noticed this:

your need to be accepted

At what point did you think I got on a soapbox here? I'm pretty disgusting, mate, I look like a second hand chilli-bean pizza on a good day. I don't expect people to accept me!