When you asked me “how far along are you?,” and I answered “I’m not!,” as in “I am not pregnant”, your elderly ears could not hear me, so I had to repeat myself. The five other strangers standing in line with us were doing their best to pretend that they were not listening. Talk about awkward.
All day yesterday I stewed about how insensitive it was for you to ask me that question. You wouldn’t dream of approaching a woman and announcing “gee you are fat,” but that was essentially what happened. Guess what, it’s true. I am overweight.
I apologize, not because of anything I did, or said or didn’t say. I am not apologizing for being “fat”. I apologize because I allowed your words to hold power over my feelings towards my body— a body that has held four children and has the scars to prove it…
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