I used to be fat and lazy. I played WoW and sat on my ass eating bag after bag of chips, stuffing my face with bacon, and drooling over cake. Now I still eat the same things when I feel like it, but I portion control, and eat far more soups and sandwiches. I run a 10 minute mile and a 12 minute mile every day, mixing in side bridges and cocoons for abs. And I am happier. I still love games, they just don't rule my life. I still love food, it's just not the only source of pleasure in my day. Then I come on tumblr and see I'm second-class because I love my body enough to take care of it. They say I hate my body because I don't spoil it, giving it whatever it wants whenever it wants it. I have control over my life, my body, and my future, I am not a slave to my reptile brain desires like some animal.
So I don't care if you think I have some unearned privilege. I earned the shit out of it. And the fact you don't have what I have is your own fault. If you want what I have, do the work that I do. No one is stopping you but yourself.