People have a tendency to state the obvious. During a category three hurricane, you might find those idiots that post, “It’s raining so hard outside.” NO DUH, Sherlock!
I don’t know if you can tell, but that ish irks the sugar and spice out of me. I particularly despise when people do that in terms of my weight, especially if it is someone who has known me for a while. He or she should know better.
Here is what goes through my mind when someone says tells me that I’ve gained weight, or that I need to lose weight:
Person: elLE, you’ve put on some weight. You should really start exercising again.
Me (in my mind)” WHO THE FLYING MONKEY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME THAT WHAT I NEED TO DO WITH MY BODY?
Me (out loud): Really?
Me (in my mind): HOW DARE YOU?…
(goes on mental rant for 10 minutes, but never says anything out loud)
Even though I have never been bold enough to actively flip out on someone for stinking their nose on my scale, the fact that people believe that they can make a comment is annoying.
I have always interpreted these comments as: elLE, you are not good enough as you are, you need to change in order for you to be acceptable in [insert name here]’s sight. Which is great for my self-esteem, as you can imagine (please read this with every ounce of sarcasm that I dipped it in).
A battle with weight is not solely a physical war with the scale and food, it is also very much emotional. Adding to my already existing emotional turmoil, does a lot more harm than good.
The gist of this is: before commenting on someone’s struggle, check your intentions and how your message can be perceived.
Until next time,