Weak As Water…

I totally let my guard down with J last night. He said the right stuff and I was on him like white on rice…stink on shit…Star Jones on her new husband.

Why are so many women drawn to poisonous men?

Speaking of venomous men, I must tell you about my Friday morning grocery store drama. My office had a White Elephant/Bake sale to benefit the activities committee. I’m a member, so showing up empty-handed was not an option. I took the lazy route and headed to the bakery. While deciding between cheesecake and cupcakes, an employee comes by, shakes his finger at me, says “Those are really fattening, you know?” and walks away laughing. I ignored the comment and continued shopping. By the time I reached checkout, tears were in full effect.

I sat in my truck for 5 minutes and let the emotional bundle of God-knows-what pass. Instead of heading to work, I took my keys out of the ignition, grabbed my purse and headed back into the store. Mr. Manners was working in the deli (with 3 innocent bystanders). I let him have it:

C: Weight is a sensitive subject and you should think about your comments before forcing them on total strangers. You have NO idea what my history is and where I came from. :::pulls out before picture::: This was me 3 years ago. I’ve lost 200 lbs and gained the strength to stand up to insensitive people like yourself. Would you laugh at a bald woman that came into your store? Do you know if she just got sick of dealing with her hair and cut it off…or if she’s going through chemotherapy?

MM: I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I didn’t know!

C: You aren’t supposed to know. I’m a total stranger…and that means you should choose your words carefully. Not that I owe you an explanation, but these cupcakes are for an office function. Contrary to popular belief, not all fat people sit around and inhale sweets all day. Also, from a financial standpoint, making derogatory remarks to customers is just bad business. If I want to buy every damn item in this bakery, it benefits you.

MM: I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

C: You ruined my morning, but you won’t ruin my day.

At this point, I leave the store…while he continues to shout apologies at my back. I can’t begin to tell you how proud I felt. Now…I’ve been speaking my mind since age 3 (according to my mother), but weight has always been off limits. My hurt feelings had nothing to do with him as an individual. I was hurt because I realized that after almost 4 years of busting my ass, the world still sees me as a fat woman. I’ve morphed from morbidly obese to chubby…and that’s great…but I’m ready for my body to reflect my true fitness level. Patience is a virtue…blah blah blah.

So…I am still debating about talking to store management. I live in a pretty affluent area…and this signature Kroger is THE store. I could easily get him fired. Not that I’m Bertha Bad Ass, but it’s the type of store that will cut an employee if they feel he’s jeopardizing the financial gain and reputation of the store.

Have I mentioned what ol’ boy looks like? Older brotha…early-mid 40s…rocking a shoulder length, READY-FOR-THE WORLD “Oh Sheila”  jheri curl! His style is 20+ years old, but he wants to make a snide comment about my weight? Give me a break.

Anyway…that was my Friday morning drama. The rest of the weekend has been calm and pleasant. DFW is being blessed with lots of rain, so I enjoyed a true weekend at the movies. Friday night, Red and I saw The Incredibles. Mommy and I went to see Ray yesterday (wonderful…Foxx should definitely get the Oscar nod) and today I’m going to check out Bridget Jones II.

I also need to go shopping for winter work clothes…mainly dress pants…to help cover my multiple–cupcake-loving-ass. Bastard. Karma will take care of him…or maybe he’ll slip in a puddle of curl activator. teehee

Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. The R.C. starts tomorrow!

-C