The itsy bitsy spider
I'm comforted by the responses yesterday. I had made the post so I could reflect on it later and be reminded why drs are useless.
Yes, it was demoralizing, and I spent all of yesterday splish-splashing in a puddle. This carried through until this afternoon.
A male co-worker asked me this morning me if my daughter was yelling at me to buy new jeans.
"No, why?"
"Those jeans have embroidery on the back pocket."
"Oh, yeah, they're new. I had to admit I was never going to be a size "X" and just bought them in size Z."
He nodded and walked away. I didn't think anything more of it. I was far too consumed with being reminded, NOPE, still a size "X". *splish*splash*
Sitting here having my lunch, and frankly tired of being in the puddle, I realized...
Not only was he looking at my ass this morning...
He has looked at my ass enough to recognize when something was different.
out came the sun and dried up all the rain, so the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.
Yes, it was demoralizing, and I spent all of yesterday splish-splashing in a puddle. This carried through until this afternoon.
A male co-worker asked me this morning me if my daughter was yelling at me to buy new jeans.
"No, why?"
"Those jeans have embroidery on the back pocket."
"Oh, yeah, they're new. I had to admit I was never going to be a size "X" and just bought them in size Z."
He nodded and walked away. I didn't think anything more of it. I was far too consumed with being reminded, NOPE, still a size "X". *splish*splash*
Sitting here having my lunch, and frankly tired of being in the puddle, I realized...
Not only was he looking at my ass this morning...
He has looked at my ass enough to recognize when something was different.
out came the sun and dried up all the rain, so the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.