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?