Thu, February 1, 2007 at 07:45PM
~itsduhattityood
These last couple of days, I have been in a really 'catty' mood. It's weird. I'm not usually like this. I could hardly blame it on that "monthly episodic incubus" -- it's not even that time yet. It could very well be due to the stress of daily living without a venting avenue.
And of course, during this temperamental dump, nobody would dare come near me. Even my kids have to put up their guard as soon as they see the tidal wave coming. They could tell my irritability from 500 feet away. Anything and everything can ignite this demoniacal mood, no matter how nonsensical they could be. I could easily enumerate the things that irk me (or has irked me these last couple of days), but I will not aggravate myself by recounting them. I will, however, talk about the most recent "bummer" that caused my feathers to get ruffled all the more.
I know for a fact that some remarks or comments are cast innocently; not meaning to offend or insult. But considering the hideous predicament I am in at this moment, the remark is nothing but distasteful.
"Do not eat too much... I like your body the way it is right now". A sensible person will see absolutely nothing wrong with the statement. A crabby person (ME) will negatively take the statement in twofold measure. (1) If I continue to eat the way I eat, I will be FAT in no time (hah!); (2) If I get fat -- as in 'unlike what my body is right now', I will no longer be liked. As stupid as my perception sounds, it is relatively congruent to my current state of mind. Am I right or am I right? (Of course, I'm right. I say so!)
The question now is... should I let this remark bother me -- as my reaction, apparently, is only a product of my "sentimental indulgence"? Or should I make a big deal out of it -- because, after all, I am a woman? I have the right to be offended. And a feminist rule is "do not talk about a woman's weight" unless you are ready to take the consequences.
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