Thanks. I never noticed.
Yesterday I was attending a women's expo. I was dressed nicely, in a fuschia Lane Bryant work top, ruched at strategic points, with cute, short black skirt. I even had my dollar store hair clip updo rocking, and was hustling and bustling around in a couple of different capacities, professional and personal.
As I re-enter the exhibit hall, an Asian lady at the acupuncture booth forces the pictured flyer into my hand, though I was walking at a speed calculated to deter flyers being given to me.
A bit later, I was looking around at a jewelry booth, and saw some bracelets that I thought my (thin) sister would like. The saleslady quickly pointed out the extended size bracelets to me, though, in case the regular sized ones didn't fit (which generally, they do).
People who aren't fat do not have any clue how persistent, how pervasive, the consciousness of your own size is in the life of people who are. I suppose I should forgive them for that, as well as their bold attempts to help me solve my problem. At least my most deep-seated failing is visible, however, and that is in some measure honest.
What's yours, thin people?
p.s. I later went roller skating for two hours at my niece's birthday party, far beyond many people who were half my size. So that's gotta count for something.
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"Nobody's fault but mine." - Page, Plant, et. al.
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There was this woman who worked next door who was HUGE and then got her stomach stapled. She ended up HOTT.
She quit in an instant. I'm just sayin'....
My mum and Nan always tell me about the days when people would come up to them concerned that they were too thin. Now...not so much. Now they tell me I look too thin--which is totally a by-product of my hernia. Trying to explain to people that I have a hernia and not anorexia is always fun.
Sod the annoying people, your outfit sounded cool.
WARNING: MISANTHROPIC RANTS BELOW
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ZW: Don't I know it. "Such a pretty face" -- the bane of my existence. How about "what a magnificent vocabulary" instead!?
H: Most days I don't worry too much, but some days I have it pointed out to me. :) In retrospect, I think that outfit was bad. And I am too fat as well.
BoP: Right! This whine could easily come from a thin person... my question to these people is WHY does it fucking matter to YOU what MY body size is? We all have prob lems, and it's not like I'm a circus sideshow (although I guess that's relative; however I never have problems dating, socializing or even getting compliments on how I look). Thanks for shoving it in my face, you know? If you want to pity me, do it and keep silent.
TC: To tell how my family weighed in (ha ha) on my issues would take many (boring) weeks.
LBB: I get your point, but I feel fine until people start being rude to me. Then I get the urge to start pointing out their faults -- the flyer lady was dressed in a frumpy outfit she could have easily worn thirty years ago, and the jewelry lady made a foolish assumption that her overpriced shit was for me, costing her the sale, and neither of them could have entered a beauty contest. Should I have pointed those faults out? I'm really good at noticing what's fucked up about people, and I don't say it to them. Instead I blog about it -- no one's the wiser, and no feelings get hurt. When it boils down to it, you can't tell anyone anything anyway. I did not rush down to a weight loss meeting that night, nor any night since. It's up to ME, making it MY business, and MY problem. This "concern" doesn't help. That's all I'm saying.
AV: I know... if I only gave more of a shit. And I think fat blokes are kinda cute. ;)
U: It's rarely an issue, but if I think it will be, I just tell them where I'd like to sit. :)