I'm at lunch with two old friends who are passing through town, sitting outside in a hip neighborhood. I was nervous about meeting them, since we haven't seen each other since B came along and I know I've changed. Not that they'd care, but well.
While my friend K and I were chatting and Z (a large Texan man) was, unfortunately, inside scoping the menu, a mentally unstable man on a bike stopped and started ranting at me about how I should lose weight and how he recommended going about it.
So, thanks for that, mentally unstable guy on a bike. I'm 99% sure I'll be seeing you again in a professional capacity. I'll let you know how things go.
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Ouch. Don't let that get to you. How hurtful!
ReplyDeleteYeah. My brain is still hollering I'M A GODDAMN SIZE 12!! but I was very calm in the moment. Sure sucks when you're already feeling kind of down about the whole lingering post partum thing.
ReplyDeleteI just need to remember that I should never take opinions to heart if they come from either a mentally unstable guy on a bike or a political college student. Very suspect groups.