"Your bad luck finding a decent man continues because you are such a god-damned, fat-ass hog!"I was recently viewing a sculpture, an early piece, that is supposed to represent the ideal woman of the time it was created. Yet, when I look upon this sculpture I look at it with disgust. I feel shame for her size and obvious distortions of the human anatomy. To me, this doesn't symbolize life and fruitfulness, but early death and a body burdened down with layer upon layer. Of course there is no face. When a person is this size, the body is the only focus, not the face. When I look at this sculpture I see myself - sad to say a nonperson, only obeseness. And I hate myself.