Today, while out at the bank with my Dad, some wiley old coot pulls up in a truck, never mind he ran a stop sign, didn't slow down over the speed bumps, parked in a fire lane, and really did not want to let me walk in front of him in the pedestrian cross-walk even though I was ALREADY there, and then gets out of his truck and has the nerve to go, "I shoulda run your fat ass over for walking in front of me" ... WTF!!!!!!!!??!!!!!!! I was so beyond pissed. But, if my Dad would have heard him, he would be sitting in jail, and the old man in the hospital. Do old people think that they have the right to say whatever they want just because they are old?
And Saturday, when out at lunch with the Boyfriend and his dad, we're sitting at a round table, on some VERY hard wood chairs. So I have some 'personal problems' happening at the time. The chairs irritate the problem. The skinny girl in the booth behind us, says somewhat loudly to her lunch-mate "If that fat girl at the round table doesn't stop moving in that chair it's going to bust and she is going to fall flat on her fat ass" ... We were the ONLY people sitting at a round table. I didn't confront her as no-one else heard what she said, since they were busy talking/eating, I didn't want to cause a scene. I'm trying to make a good impression, since he dad will "gossip" back to his family. They are "upper-class" folk and I don't want them to firmly believe that there faimly would possibly date "White-Trash" ...
All last week, with pep-talk from the boyfriend, and looking at fat-positive art, I had really started to feel GREAT about myself. What I had built up so slowly came tumbling down awfully fast!
And Saturday, when out at lunch with the Boyfriend and his dad, we're sitting at a round table, on some VERY hard wood chairs. So I have some 'personal problems' happening at the time. The chairs irritate the problem. The skinny girl in the booth behind us, says somewhat loudly to her lunch-mate "If that fat girl at the round table doesn't stop moving in that chair it's going to bust and she is going to fall flat on her fat ass" ... We were the ONLY people sitting at a round table. I didn't confront her as no-one else heard what she said, since they were busy talking/eating, I didn't want to cause a scene. I'm trying to make a good impression, since he dad will "gossip" back to his family. They are "upper-class" folk and I don't want them to firmly believe that there faimly would possibly date "White-Trash" ...
All last week, with pep-talk from the boyfriend, and looking at fat-positive art, I had really started to feel GREAT about myself. What I had built up so slowly came tumbling down awfully fast!
