So, I went to the liquor department at my local grocery store with B.
We made our selections and went to the front. I handed the cashier my ID. He looked at my ID, laughed and mumbled something.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“125? Seriously?” He answered laughing. I was honestly confused for a second until I realized he was talking about my weight.
“I mean…. 125? *haha* My license says I weigh 220, but come on.” He said.
I didn’t really say anything in reply. I couldn’t think of a response that wasn’t, “F U, doofus.”
I just paid for my crap and took my receipt. As I turned to leave he said, “Haha, I’m just being a jerk.”
First of all, I do weigh 125, you butt. I weighed myself recently and to my dismay had gone from 130 back to 125. I don’t like it and it’s stressing me out. I don’t need some rando at the grocery store pointing that out.
Second of all, I think he was comfortable teasing me because I’m of a thin stature.
Middle school, high school, and even now, I get comments like “What do you weigh, like, 2 pounds?” “You need to eat!” “Someone needs to give you food” and the worst one “Anorexic!”
Because I’m skinny, I wonder if people think that making rude comments like that isn’t mean or hurtful. I don’t think anybody should make fun of any body. It’s just rude.
I can’t really do anything about my skinny body. I guess I could eat Krispy Kreme and Gallagher’s Pizza every single day. But, that ain’t healthy, bro.
I’m gorgeous, dammit. And so are you.
Also, this is me before I ate a lobster in Boston.
Because lobsters are delicious.