I won’t lie. I was fat-shamed a great deal growing up. Even when I wasn’t fat. (Apparently in the 80s having hips and tits made one “fat”). It’s hard to overcome, thankfully as an old lady, I’m learning to love myself as is.
Today, I was
fat-shamed “COMPLIMENTED” at the gas station.
Me: Minding my own business, pumping my own gas
Obnoxious Asshole (OA): You’re brave for wearing that*.
Me: (looks down at “that”) Really? Why?
OA: I mean, for a woman of your size?
Me: I don’t understand, can you explain?
OA: It’s a compliment! I said you look good!
Me: Did you? Because that’s not what I heard.
OA: You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.
Me: Don’t I?
Here’s the thing, I need to lose weight. I know I do. But I’m working on loving me for me. Who I am on the inside and accepting who I am on the outside AS I AM now.
So when you call me brave for DARING to show my soft belly, I will shame you by feigning ignorance and force you to explain yourself. And if you can’t explain yourself without getting defensive or “mansplaining” you meant it as a compliment when it clearly wasn’t, then you should consider yourself brave for having opened your trash mouth in my vicinity.
I’m not brave. I’m fierce. And you’re a fucking waste of oxygen.
Sparkle on, bitches.