I am going through a phase of having to see what I look like on camera, please bear with me, hopefully this won't last long.
I went to Wal-Mart yesterday afternoon and as I was dodging people in the aisles and navigating through the maze of bodies just milling around, I darted from one aisle to another and back again looking for the frozen tater tots that Eddie is so fond of. A young woman and her mother who were in the middle of the first aisle, and who wouldn't move out of the way (their buggy was taking up the entire thruway), were discussing me as I came back around to "their" aisle. I think the daughter's question went something like this (cause I didn't hear her ask her mom), "Am I as big as she is?" But when I did come hurrying back around, I heard the mother exclaim, No, you aren't as big as she is, you're just too self conscious about your weight and how you look. They both became embarrassed as they realized I had popped back around in time to hear their conversation. As I sashayed past them, I mumbled under my breath, to the daughter of course, "OHHHHH yes you are, honey!" Then I got braver as I traipsed on by and as I meandered past the frozen peas and corn, I said even louder, "You just wish you looked as good as me," not knowing this whole time an older, short chubby woman was listening to the whole conversation. She looked straight at me and said, You tell 'em, sweetheart! You look good!" I started laughing at that point and almost banged my buggy right into a guy headed up the aisle the other way. Needless to say, after that debacle, I decided I was done for the day. I checked out and hurried home to the only man on this planet who loves me for who I am no matter what that may look like.*
*Exclusion Statement: There are other males (brothers, nephews, cousins, uncles, etc.) in my family who do love me no matter what I look like, but I'm sure all of you know what I meant.