What pushed me over the edge today

[ailbhe]

At the swimming pool, an acquaintance looked at me in my swimsuit and commented to the woman she was with, "Look at that - don't you just hate her? I'd love to be that thin."

I failed the politeness test. I said "It's easy, just get so sick you can't cope with your daily life. A serious virus. Lots of people find cancer works. YOU try being ill, I'll try being overweight." Then I went into the cubicle with my children and cried.

My eldest daughter asked if I get smaller will I still be able to lift them? Will I shrink to the size of a baby?

My youngest daughter said "No Mama cy, Mama, aw-ite Mama."

I apologised to them for crying. And I stayed locked in the cubicle until the women went away.

Comments

[the0lady.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm not going to make any friends here by saying that I get shit like that all the time. Because of course I'm thin because I wanted to be thin, and therefore am a malicious agent of the patriarchy, a fifth column to the sisterhood, utterly undeserving of sympathy and beyond the demands of common courtesy.

So I'll just say that I envy your ability to cry. I never cry, not in front of anyone at all however close to me they are. And I'm too proud to show that my feelings are hurt, even, of which the usual result is that most people who now me think I haven't got any feelings.

So well done for making your indignation heard. That's a win, at least.