How rude!

It was about 6.30pm, when daddy and I went to the the last shop before heading home. It is a great day, not only because it is a cold Sunday but everything felt right. Daddy and I was picking out some eggs and talking in Hokkien, when a lady in her fifties listened to our conversation.
"You talk in Hokkien?" she asked my dad to make conversation. I don't know why. I just smiled thinking how awkward to barged in on our conversation.
"Is this your daughter?" she asked daddy again.
"Yes," daddy replied.
"Ooo...what is her name?" In my head i was thinking, What am I, INVISIBLE?
"Carina," daddy and I replied at the same time.
She smiled and walked towards me.
"Last time when you were a kid, you were thin. Now, so fat," she said.
To my surprise, I wasn't angry or sad at that comment. Normally I would be furious and ashamed but not this time. Have you looked in the mirror, lately? I thought with a smile across my face. I don't know where this attitude comes from but I guess I am sick and tired of people judging me by just looking at my size.
I've been slagged off by many strangers and this ends today. You can't hurt me anymore by saying that I am fat because I know who I am inside. I am not perfect and neither are you. My flaws make me human while your mean comment makes you rude.
For all the haters out there, who hates big and fat women, we are not the problem; YOU ARE. Don't be jealous because we have fuller boobs and butt. Only plus size women know how to enjoy our lives because we are not afraid of eating and putting on weight. My thought; if I don't eat and enjoy the food that I love, then, when will I enjoy it? Will it be when I am six feet under? Why should I starve myself or take slimming pills or drink weight loss tea? Why should I force the food I devoured earlier out from my stomach? Why should I step on the scale and wish that I am lighter than an hour ago? Why should I exercise until I can't feel my legs? Why should I cry myself to sleep and wish that tears would help me burn some more calories? Why should I go to bed with an empty stomach? Why should I do any this to make you say that I look good when I am dying inside?
I don't need your words, nor your advice because your words are meaningless. I don't need your words of praise because I know that I am beautiful inside and out. If you still have a problem with this, I have just two words for you...SCREW YOU!

Mr. Pipsqueak

Mr. Pipsqueak ran all the way home,
He didn't stop when he saw the gnome,
He ran with a wide smile on his face,
He only stopped when he kicked the vase.
Mr. Pipsqueak fell and got up again,
Nothing can stop him from what he had gain,
He ran past the woods, flowers and the farm,
What made him smile might also bring him harm.

Mr. Pipsqueak entered his blue house,
Small house, Mr. Pipsqueak has no spouse,
His tiny hand placed in his pocket,
Pulling out a gold, magic locket.

Mr. Pipsqueak stared at his possession,
Make him fall into a strong obsession,
"I am somebody because i am rich,"
He stated loudly, turning on the switch.

Mr. Pipsqueak dug a hole in the ground,
He buried it just like how it was found,
He laughed and his belly moved up and down,
"I am rich because IT is in the ground."