De ja vu

Jul 16, 2010

On the way home from the gym I stop at the grocery and someone makes a rude comment. Last time it was a woman in an electric cart laughing at my "cankles". Yes, I have cankles, and thankfully these cankles are able to walk my nearly 400lbs body around the store and I do not need the assistance of a cart. For the record I have never used an electric cart, not that I never "needed" one, but they scare me and I'd either not go shopping or I'd endure the walk and rest myself against a normal shopping cart.

This time I didn't hear the comments, my boyfriend heard and saw the giggles. He was far more bothered by it than I am. He was actually so bothered than he was unusually quiet during dinner. I even asked "what are you thinking about?" and he declined to say. On the way home he finally came clean. It seems the three tweens who were standing in the checkout lane and quickly excused themselves as got in line, huddled in the next lane and giggled about "her".

It happens more times than I care to admit. I've been asked how am I so strong to not let that bother me. Well, of course it bothers me. Every time I get a stare or hear a giggle it stings, but only for second. After that initial sting, I remember that these people don't know me. They don't know what disease I have, how hard I work to fight it, or how much I've overcome in life.

Maybe I should tell them? Nah, I will save my energy for my priorities in life and just blog about it here.

I will say I hope those young ladies grow up to have as much self-confidence and strength that I have to deal with life's challenges.

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