Monday, July 11, 2011


I like to be above the notion that women are mean and catty to one another over things insincere. When I am out and about, I try to treat people the way I would like to be treated. Some days and in some circumstances this is easier said than done.

When a woman looks awesome, I tell her how awesome she looks. There is no way and no need to try to measure how my this-and-that compares with her this-and-that.

It happens all the time.

For a number of years I was very sad, insecure, and extremely thin. When out, it was amazing how insensitive people could be to someone they did not know, about an issue that was none of their business. Their words damaged what little confidence I had.

Time has passed. I am physically healthy. I wish I could say past issues are gone for good, but every once in a while they creep back into my awareness of not being good enough and not measuring up.

Words hurt. Yesterday a woman told me that I was gorgeous, BUT, I should really drink more water for a better complexion, do stomach exercises, and suck in my tummy. She went on about my flaws for a fair amount of time. I said nothing. I drew in each mean word and said nothing.

She was a stranger that I had only met an hour before.

She crushed me.

I am ashamed I sat there and spoke with her any longer after her words; I am angry I didn’t tell her to shove it. I am irritated that at twenty-eight this shit still bothers me.

I am embarrassed that I went home and cried.

And now I am blogging about it, because I cannot let it go.

One person’s words wrecked me yesterday.

My skin has gradually gotten a lot thicker in the last few years. I can deal with the vicissitudes of life a lot better now.

I have always been easily hurt by mean words, a little vulnerable. Maybe that is something that shouldn’t change.

I am not sure I want to become unfeeling or desensitized to meanness. That would imply that it is okay to be unkind. And it’s not.

I used to have a treasure chest Got so heavy that I had to rest I let it slip away from me Didn't need it anyway So I let it slip away. -Neil Young, Silver and Gold


  1. I completely relate to this. I let other people's comments and opinions dig their claws into me too frequently. I have to admit, I get mad at myself for letting it have such control over how I feel...more specifically how I feel about myself.

  2. I'm the same way lady! I take it all to heart and have issues not taking things personally.

    Shame on that old bag for doing that to you! I can't imagine belittling a total stranger. I would like to think that our generation has a lot more class when it comes to conversation.

    I know you won't ever forget her words, but I think you are beautiful!

  3. I'm sooooo the same way. A lady I barely knew told me my hairstyle was all wrong for me and that I should do my hair more like . I was crushed. And then I went and got that hairstyle.

    I think it's perfectly natural. I'm currently 31 weeks pregnant and take every single pregnant comment to heart. No, it's not twins, yes, I still have 9 weeks, I realize my ankles look huge.

    Women be hatin'.


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