I went shopping with this new friend of mine a few weeks ago, and there was a really long line, so I offered to stand on line while she finished picking out some cute new socks. When she joined me in line, she asked what I was getting.
I showed her this adorable skirt I’d found, but instead of saying she liked it or anything, she just grabbed the tag and stared at it.
“Size TWO?! You’re a size TWO?!,” she said. “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I used to be anorexic, and even then I was a size 7!,” she continued, finally shouting, “God, I can’t believe you’re a size 2. That’s like, not right.”
What the hell? What’s not right is her trying to make me feel bad about the size I naturally am! It’s not like I’d been hiding my body in a garbage bag. Homegirl knows how big I am just from being around me–and it’s not that I’m really skinny, either. I’m way shorter than her. And um, why so much drama about my body size and her body size and whatever. Girlfriend needs to get a grip.
Has anybody ever tried to make you feel bad about your body shape–whether you’re big or not so big? Tell me about it in the comments!