So, you already know that to annoy me, you should ask me about my relationship status. That's a surefire way to anger me should you wake up in the morning in desperate need of a good tongue-lashing. However, I promised you two ways to piss me off. What, oh what, could be the second thing?
Ask:
Ask:
Have you lost weight? Are you losing weight?
Now, this question shouldn't annoy me, right? I mean, why would someone be upset that one is noticing that she is shedding weight? What's wrong with encouraging healthy living? After all, some people desire with everything and are willing to sell their grandmother to be asked that question!
My problem with that question is the subtle nuances behind this question, which to me sound like, "Finally, that fat-ass decided to lose that fifth-grader."
Granted, not everyone would be thinking that in asking that question; however, the people in my life who usually ask that question do. These people have been giving me grief over my weight my entire life, and when I trick them by wearing my skinny jeans, boy, do they jump for joy!
My weight has been an uphill battle for me, one that I am winning. Not because I've decided to lose weight (because I haven't), but because I love myself for who I am now and through any and all circumstances. However, I have people who make their comments or their faces and it's annoying. And they don't have to be honest about how they feel because I can infer it.
I don't know if I've lost weight, and at this point in my life, I frankly don't care. For now other than, or in spite of, my carpal tunnel, I'm very healthy. I try to hula hoop every day, and I try to make sure my body isn't in "starvation mode," which I've been doing to myself for years.
So, I don't need people damn near ready to cry their eyes out over a pound or two I lost on the toilet because I can finally be that person they longed that I would be. It doesn't make me happy; it takes me aback. Because it makes me wonder if you really, honestly care about me for me.
So maybe it doesn't just piss me off, but makes me pensive.
Now, this question shouldn't annoy me, right? I mean, why would someone be upset that one is noticing that she is shedding weight? What's wrong with encouraging healthy living? After all, some people desire with everything and are willing to sell their grandmother to be asked that question!
My problem with that question is the subtle nuances behind this question, which to me sound like, "Finally, that fat-ass decided to lose that fifth-grader."
Granted, not everyone would be thinking that in asking that question; however, the people in my life who usually ask that question do. These people have been giving me grief over my weight my entire life, and when I trick them by wearing my skinny jeans, boy, do they jump for joy!
My weight has been an uphill battle for me, one that I am winning. Not because I've decided to lose weight (because I haven't), but because I love myself for who I am now and through any and all circumstances. However, I have people who make their comments or their faces and it's annoying. And they don't have to be honest about how they feel because I can infer it.
I don't know if I've lost weight, and at this point in my life, I frankly don't care. For now other than, or in spite of, my carpal tunnel, I'm very healthy. I try to hula hoop every day, and I try to make sure my body isn't in "starvation mode," which I've been doing to myself for years.
So, I don't need people damn near ready to cry their eyes out over a pound or two I lost on the toilet because I can finally be that person they longed that I would be. It doesn't make me happy; it takes me aback. Because it makes me wonder if you really, honestly care about me for me.
So maybe it doesn't just piss me off, but makes me pensive.
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