Discrimination Against FAT people!

This weekend went wonderfuly, for the most part. My husband, son and I went to Southern Bavaria for a Military ball for my husbands battalion. We got there on Friday and everything was fun. We went swimming, sledding and had a great time but by mid Saturday that all changed. I have never been one to worry about or even think about what life would be like if I was discriminated against, in any way but a few select and mean spirited Germans changed that perception for me. When a person arrives in Germany one of the first things that they notice is the fantastic food that is available but in the same breath they also notice that this is the land of the "healthy" people. It is very difficult to find a "FAT" German child or woman, for that matter.

Saturday came and I needed to get my hair done for the ball that evening. I had called a salon that was recommended about a week out from the ball and was told that there were no appointments and all persons were taken on a walk in basis, this I had no problem with. My husband took me to the Salon in question and when I arrived, the lady told me that it would be 45 minutes until I could be seen for having my hair put up. Time passed slowly and I sat and waited while my husband and son went and shopped a bit. 30 minutes passed and by that time, 4 other people had come in after me and one by one they were all taken ahead of me. I started to wonder why this was happening but being the respectful and kind person I am, I just sat there and waited. After the 6th person came in and was taken I decided to pull out my phone and use my voice activated translator to figure out what these German women were saying to one another. At this point, two of them were standing behind a chair right in front of me and talking, all the while they continued to blatenly stare in my direction. My translator told me that the older lady didn't want to do my hair because she didn't want to work on the "FAT" girl and the other ladies were all in agreement with her. I was mordified, to say the least. I have never been discriminated against in my life and never had any idea how heartbreaking it truely felt to have this done. By this time my husband had returned with my little boy and asked how long it would be because the time I had was almost up and I told him that it had been welll over an hour and that I knew I wasn't going to be seen so we packed up my little boy and I simply left, without a word. I held back the tears until I just couldn't anymore. Those German women made me feel worthless and like a piece of trash. That is a feeling I never want to feel again and wouldn't wish on my worse enemy.