There are a million compliments I’d happily receive. Yes, seriously a million.
- You look great
- Love your hair
- Wish I had your skin
- That was clever
- You’re so funny
- Brilliant insight
“You look thinner.”
The last time someone said that to me I told them, “Don’t comment on my weight. Good or bad. Just don’t.”
Was I overreacting?
But I am so tired of being treated like a mindless soulless body.
I have fought with myself for decades shedding and regaining 30-40 lbs.
And I am very very cognizant of it.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just a chubby worthless mess. That all my other accomplishments are nothing since I’m not anywhere near a perfect size six.
I have to battle my own mind on a regular basis.
So the last thing I need is anyone else commenting on it.
How about if I knew you had trouble in school and felt stupid. And everytime I saw you I said, “Wow, you’re sounding smarter.”
It would draw attention to your weakness. Probably make you feel like you were a dumb person. Like nothing you did mattered outside of your smarts.
So next time you see me, if I look great, say so. Just don’t talk about my weight.