Things have been going well.
I have been feeling positive (in as much as I can be with my Eyeore like personality).
And then one day I was scrolling through Facebook and saw this:
Did I mention I saw this little gem on my 6th wedding anniversary? Or that I was feeling like a horrible lump of dough that didn’t deserve a loving awesome husband? (And honestly, shouldn’t we just stay off Facebook on days such as that?)
I think, had this been posted by a man, I could have just been temporarily furious and then moved on with my life.
But it was posted by a woman. A ‘friend’. A person who I know has never struggled with her weight. (She may have lots of different struggles. I’m not judging her.)
To give her the benefit of the doubt, I assume that she had no idea how hurtful this would be. I am positive that wasn’t her intention. It was just a little way to brag about her fitness level with the comment “Gotta buy this for the hubby for Christmas!”
And I am sure that I am being overly sensitive here. Maybe the stupid shirt is just a celebration of running wives versus those of us who look oddly similar to the signs on women’s restrooms? Who knows?
Rachel, are you as hard on others as you are on yourself? NO! Stop beating up on my friend, or I may have to hurt you!