This always happens when I listen to too much Amanda Palmer.
Andy and I dropped my friend Heather off the other day at the airport. Lucky her gets to go to San Francisco and visit with our Queer Crew and shop at Kate Spade.
Andy and I then decide we want some good comfort food. So we go for biscuits and gravy and other assorted junk. I then decide to order strawberry shortcake A)b/c I thought Andy was going to share it with me and B)I didn't realize it was going to be a huge portion.
As the waitress sits it on our table this couple in their 60's kinda like point at me and then shake their heads. The man continues to stare at me, nudges his wife repeatedly to look back at me and then they both just stare and stare. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I am trying to not let this bother me. But it does. Mostly for the blatant stupidity of it. They could look at me and just assume I am some lard-ass who is a medical burden on society and there I am! Just shoveling more food down my throat. I mean I could be a burn victim, paraplegic, pedophile and all anyone would notice is that I am fat. Or care about for that matter.
Nevermind the fact I swim 4 days a week and dance two days a week as well. However, with being overweight people just assume you're lazy.
This happened Tuesday and I am still annoyed by it. Those people have probably long forgotten me. So why haven't I forgotten them?
I think b/c awhile ago I would have marched over to their table and told them off. Now I let it simmer in my brain that they may be right.