we went to Walmart the other day.
It was great as we were greeted by a new mom comforting her new child (about 4-5 mos old). I didn’t make judgments as I’ve been there – but DANG! Did she hafta be RIGHT in the way?
But whatever – I moved on, smiled and maneuvered around.
As she was standing by the deli counter I heard part of her conversation with, what I can assume is, her mother.
NM: Really? That’s. Ugh. That disgusts me. I hope that never happens to me.
Older Lady: Shhhhh
NM: No! She let herself go.
I walked away after that.
Forget the fact that I am in the midst of the evil magentas. Just to hear that as a woman; its a sledgehammer in the face.
Yes. I am what someone rude and uneducated would call fat.
But ya know what? Lemme educate you.
I have always been an emotional eater.
I have a thyroid problem.
I have been on antidepressants.
I have been on anti-psychotics.
I understand you just gave birth 5 months or so ago and it makes you “a virtual pro on moms and weight and what they should look like”; but please ma’am – you’re not. Think before you talk your words carry a heavy and very real burden.