“Skinny Bitch, I hate you.”
Really? Is that a compliment? Should that make me feel good? How do I respond?
There. Are. No. Words.
No. Not at all. How would you respond?
I am pretty sure they hold their tongue when speaking to someone with the opposite type of figure, right?
These words and other forms of them come from so-called “friends.”
More than once. In fact in my early twenties, I was accused of using drugs, purging and being anorexic.
I do not do drugs. I hate to vomit. And I love to eat!!
Okay, yes, I am very hyperactive with a high metabolism.
I am a little person, with inherited genes from my Daddy’s side of the family. My Mother Cox and Aunt Mabel were tiny little women.
I exercise because I like the way it makes me feel. I choose to eat clean, healthy foods because I like the way it makes me feel. I wear bikinis and clothes that show my midriff because quite frankly, I hate clothing, and would prefer to be naked all day!
And the truth is, I have lumpy, bumpy cellulite, squishy abs and spider veins. Whatchya got to say about that?
It simply breaks my heart when words such as “hate” and “bitch” are spoken to me, about me.
Think twice, speak once.