I think I just have something on my face that says, “Hi stranger, please give me unsolicited comments!”
Mom and I were shopping at Academy Sports and Outdoors yesterday, looking for throw-away shirts for Sunday (I already like mine too much, I should have bought something fugly). Anyhow, there was another mother-daughter combo (both who were very overweight) shopping the other side of the rack. I asked my mom if she could find anything smaller than an XL?
She laughed and called me “skinny-mini”. The random stranger mom said, “yeah, you are so lucky.” She then went on a tangent about age and genes and blah, blah, blah.
Lucky? Really? Luck has NOTHING to do with it. I muttered something about how I wasn’t always this size and I walked away.
Those words have been eating at me for over a day now. I wanted to tell her everything i’d done to achieve my goals. I wanted to tell her that Weight Watchers changed my life. That I made the decision to eat better and become fit. That I feel and look 100 times better than I ever did before. I wanted to tell her that LUCK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.