i don't care what you say. these fatties got it going on.

i love the biggest loser, although i rarely watch it. i love the big fat fatties trying so hard, bringing out their sweat and their tears. i love their courage to get up on national teevee wearing nothing but their skivvies. i don't even go for a run in less than basketball shorts and a shirt you can't see through, and here are these ginormous mountains of humanity, all woggidy-boggidy with flaps of flesh a'flappin - here they are in their spandex and sports bras. «here i am! i am a big fat fatty!» they are all there letting us have a good ol' look at the disastrous calamities that are their very bodies, these masterpieces of gluttony and sloth that take a lifetime to build. fat babies become fatter kids become even fatter teenagers become fattest adults. 250 lbs. 300 lbs. 350. 400. more and more pounds and pounds of humanity.

and each one with a brain. each one knowing he or she is fat. none of them in any way even remotely possibly able to deny it. «i can suck in a little and stand up straight and make these pants zip. i can wear this shirt and look thinner.» not an option for these fatties. they do not fit in normal chairs. they cannot see their own toes. there is no amount of sucking in that will make the pants zip. there is no shirt that will slim 300 pounds into normality.

and each one with a heart. each one feeling he or she is fat. each having endured day after week after month after year of the torment of ridicule that ironically drives them to the very behaviours that are fomenting the ridicule. it's an evil, vicious cycle and they can't get off for no other reason than they simply cannot make it stop. it is too far gone and despite their heavy hearts' breaking they cannot make it stop.

and each one with a soul. each one as worthy of love as the skinny or the fit or the normal sized person. each one as worthy of love as each of us who judge them and find them incomplete. because which of us stands before the others, complete & whole? which one of us is perfect, flawless? not a one. not a single one.

but the big fat fatties on the biggest loser are courageous and honest enough to stand before us and say «to hell with your judgments. this is me, and i will be healthy and as whole as i can accomplish, and your ridicule will no longer hold me down.»

i love the biggest loser, although i rarely watch it. and, i rarely watch it because it always makes me cry.