To the "men" who verbally abused me on the train...

On a quiet Sunday, I got on a train and some "men"  were verbally abusing me, they called me a blue-haired fat loser. 

I told them "I’m not dealing with that" & moved carriage. It just was so scary, I genuinely thought they would do worse if I hadn’t stuck up for myself. Calling me fat was the catalyst. 

They thankfully left the train early but taunted me and banged on the window till the train departed. 

I don’t feel happy with my body to begin with. Food is now scary and I don't even want to look at it. I forced myself to eat my dinner. I can't let this ruin my perception of food but sadly, it already has. 

I shouldn't get verbally abused for just sitting on a train, these 'men' are the real losers.
 

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