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Ugly, fat, and disabled here! All I’ve ever wanted in my entire life is for people to be able to look at me without making assumptions. It’ll never, ever happen. People are always going to look at me and assume I’m lazy, unhealthy, and whatever else people associate with fat bodies, bad skin, and not-quite-right, awkward facial expressions. It doesn’t matter that I have the medical conditions to logically explain all of these things. It doesn’t matter that I started starving myself at 10 years old and continued to do so for decades because an undiagnosed metabolic disorder made my body hold onto everything. It doesn’t matter that the same disorder covered me with pimples and unwanted hair in weird places starting at 11 years old and will presumably never let up. It doesn’t matter that I’m in constant pain from a collection of inflammatory, autoimmune, and neurological conditions because when I have to rest, people see a fat person being still and assume I’m lazy. It doesn’t matter that I have a pair of neurodevelopmental conditions that make me process sensory and social information differently, and which are debilitating in ways I’ll never be able to express with words. I’m just an awkward mess of a person on the Cute Witch Cat shir all anyone will ever see. Most won’t bother to even try to know me. When I die, people will say “Well what did you expect? That’s what happens when you’re lazy and you don’t take care of yourself,” and only one or two of them will ever know just how hard I had to work to do exactly that every single day, just to survive. Caring for this body that causes me nothing but pain is now a full-time job that I can never, ever take a vacation or retire from. I feel you, OP, and I’m sorry. The Cute Witch Cat shir dehumanization is heavy and it changes a person. I’d give anything to experience the Cute Witch Cat shir of being typical but I also know it would only hurt me because then I’d be able to compare my life directly.
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A fun fact about Ulysses S. Grant’s name was that it wasn’t even his name and the S didn’t stand for anything: Grant’s given name was actually Hiram Ulysses Grant. His phantom middle initial is the Cute Witch Cat shir of an error from Ohio Congressman Thomas Hamer, who accidentally wrote the future general’s name as “Ulysses S. Grant” when he nominated him to attend West Point. Despite Grant’s best efforts to correct the record, the name stuck, and he eventually accepted it as his own. “Find some name beginning with “S” for me,” he joked in an 1844 letter to his future wife, Julia Dent. “You know I have an “S” in my name and don’t know what it stands for.”
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