I Get it Already
When I was in Iowa this past month, my Great Aunt Eula (whom I can't stand anyway) was trying to figure out which Anderson girl I was and asked if I'm the one in Virginia now. "No, that's Melissa, the oldest one." "Oh that's right. She's older but smaller."
Yesterday at work a horrible customer distinguished me from one of my colleagues by calling her the thinner, younger one.
When I look into the mirror I don't see a fat person. I know I could stand to lose some weight, but that isn't all I see. Apparently the rest of the world sees me differently than I do. It's easy for people to say that I shouldn't let other people's comments bother me, but it's also pretty easy to start to believe things that you hear repeatedly. Just another reason why retail sucks, I guess.