Bi And Large

Within the past 24 hours, I have:

Been forced to listen to a "no fat chicks" guy ranting on about "beached whales" (i.e., women of size; i.e., me) and how disgusting they are and how they should all be forced to eat dog food on all fours because that's funny;

Overheard a group of patients in the waiting room saying that I was such a nice technician, but wasn't it a shame that I was going to suffer terrible diseases and die so young because I obviously don't take care of myself;

Found out from a coworker that my boss campaigned hard against hiring me originally because of my size, preferring instead to hire another woman I have met who is thin and quite pleasant, but just about as dumb as they come and can't run the equipment no matter how hard she tries or how much training she has had - and it's not that difficult to do;

Picked Iris up at preschool to a chorus of toddlers shouting, "You're FAT! You have a big big tummy!"

Went down the hall to pick Amy up, and passed 2 girls who were standing next to her backpack as I went to pick it up. They were staring at me and snickering so I smiled nicely and said hello. They retorted back with, "Don't talk to us. You're gross." and ran off laughing.

OK.

I am normally really good at letting the fat comments roll right off my back. I perfeced this technique in the years I grew up around my grandmother, who fell squarely into the "but you have such a pretty face" camp. But sometimes, the universe seems extremely intent on getting the point across to me that hey, I am not skinny, and that is not approved.

I GET IT, OK???

Enough already. I am aware, thank you. I would change it if I could. You're all just going to have to live with it, same as I do.