Canada, Eh? Mmmhmmm: Obesi-TT (Trailer Trash)

Words and Photos By: Kim Cuachon-Haugh

Moving down here has taught me that appearances may not be so important to some.  To be honest, most just don’t giving a rat’s ass what they look like and if they somewhat care their outfit is just a hot mess.  While I am willing to over look the heinous outfits, I cannot turn a blind eye on all the sloppily over-weight people who shamelessly provide t.m.i. (too much information).  Believe me, as a person who lives on the beach, I’m not wearing sunglasses just to keep my eyes protected from the sun, but my corneas scorched from the sight.

Is bigger really better?  It seems to be around here.  In 2008 the Center for Disease and Control Prevention conducted a nationwide study and reported that 1 in 4 Virginians are obese.  Let me tell you what, all of them are hanging out in my backyard on the beach.  Indeed 25% are obese, but 50% are overweight.  Scary isn’t it.  There are that many people who have looked at themselves in the mirror to only say, “Ah, who gives a fuck?  I give up.”

I am on the beach every day, twice a day walking my dog and lately, staying in shape, and there they are, the obese TT’s (trailer trash) on the beach for their weekly bath, drinking a beer and saying, “Y’all”.  If only they contracted as they lifted their arm for each sip of that beer.  Then again, that would be counter productive with that beer going straight to their gut.

Call me harsh, and I hope that I am because it is a harsh reality in and of itself.  We’ve seen the lose weight commercials, the documentaries Supersize Me, Food Inc., Sicko, and all are eating out of the same troth—a healthy diet is where it all starts.  I was at the grocery store the other day and noticed an entire quadrant dedicated entirely to soda (yes, I say ‘soda’ and not ‘pop’, it’s “American”).  Not to mention the ratio of fresh produce aisles to frozen foods aisles—it brings a new meaning to freezing your assets.

So, it is safe to say that I have lost my appetite.  The daily reminder of how easily I can slip from this to that along with all the ass cracks that have ruined my peripheral vision forever; not to mention the cellulite and rolls upon rolls.  America the beautiful?  Well, it ain’t here!