I have a very long post written all about the statements people come out with that make me want to roll my eyes, as well as the questions people ask that I HATE to answer.
It was such a long post that I decided to break it up into several separate posts, after all there is only so much of my opinion I can thrust upon you in one dose without you wanting to cry/run/kill me.
Question number 1.
1. 'Where do you work?'
What an instant conversation killer if you can't play ball. My Mum treated me to a hair cut a few months back and the hairdresser asked me this question. As I felt like it really wasn't any of the hairdressers business that I currently am unable to work due to health, as well as it being a royal pain to explain, I just simply said
"I'm not working at the moment,"
I got a reply of
"Oh, isn't that fantastic,"
I was a bit taken aback, FANTASTIC?! I gave her an awkward grin (it's what I do when I am under pressure or embarrassed) and replied
"not really..."
as, lets face it, it's not fantastic...
The conversation then died. It was one of those awkward silences, So much time had passed that I had, had enough time to think I should just explain myself and justify my situation, but where to start... more time passed, then some more, seconds felt like hours and then bam, I decided not to. WHY SHOULD I? It is none of her business. I was 100 percent certain I was not going back there for any type of hair cut again, I had been judged so openly, I was not being paranoid, she was being a total bitch... It was harsh!
I would just pretend to be a bum and live up to the standards she had associated me with while making a mental note that I dislike people that judge before knowing all the facts. She did a crap job of my hair too.
As for those that judge you for not being, lets say a brain surgeon and going all out and choosing the path of a retail career instead, don't let them cut your confidence. You should not be made to feel like a drug dealer or a prostitute just because your chosen line of work needs less education to do. A job is a job, retail shop assistant or surgeon. You're doing a hell of a lot better than a lot of other people that make people like me who generally can't work look bad.
2. 'Your boobs have got bigger what are you, like an A cup now?'
As for those that judge you for not being, lets say a brain surgeon and going all out and choosing the path of a retail career instead, don't let them cut your confidence. You should not be made to feel like a drug dealer or a prostitute just because your chosen line of work needs less education to do. A job is a job, retail shop assistant or surgeon. You're doing a hell of a lot better than a lot of other people that make people like me who generally can't work look bad.
2. 'Your boobs have got bigger what are you, like an A cup now?'
I am going to word this very carefully as I know if I say it wrong it will offend some people, actually, whatever, questions like that offend me so here is my natural, uncensored response. The only people that have ever asked me questions like that are jealous. I am not confident in my body but I am confident in saying that they are simply just jealous and insecure about their own body so feel the need to pick fault in mine.
The only people that have ever asked me that question are bigger than me weight wise. Back in the day it wasn't hard being bigger than me anyway as I was about 6 stone. So yes, back then I did have little 'A cups', as would the majority of people who were 6 stone! This weight/boob question ties into another question 'have you got an eating disorder,'.
No I don't have an eating disorder. Some people are just naturally skinny as some are naturally bigger boned. It's the variety of life, embrace it! If everyone was the same life would be boring. Some people have little boobs and big bums, some have both little some have big boobs and little bums etc etc etc, we're all different!
Going back to the boob comment, no I am not an A now, ha ha, God bless your observation skills. Don't give up the day job.
The only people that have ever asked me that question are bigger than me weight wise. Back in the day it wasn't hard being bigger than me anyway as I was about 6 stone. So yes, back then I did have little 'A cups', as would the majority of people who were 6 stone! This weight/boob question ties into another question 'have you got an eating disorder,'.
No I don't have an eating disorder. Some people are just naturally skinny as some are naturally bigger boned. It's the variety of life, embrace it! If everyone was the same life would be boring. Some people have little boobs and big bums, some have both little some have big boobs and little bums etc etc etc, we're all different!
Going back to the boob comment, no I am not an A now, ha ha, God bless your observation skills. Don't give up the day job.
I mean this in the best way possible, the only people that have ever openly judged me for having little boobs have been bigger girls themselves, please don't judge my B cup boobies, I'm a size 8 sometimes 10 so I think I'm in perfect proportion with my baby B's all things considered...
I once see a quote on Twitter,
'Big Boobs don't count if you're fat,'
I would never label someone as 'fat' and that is where myself and the people so bothered by my boob size are different. I can totally see where this quote is coming from however, I mean this in the most non arrogant way but this is only due to people that try to make me feel bad about my body because they haven't got it... ouch I know.... but it's true! The sad thing is I didn't even look at the girl who asked me it and think 'what a state'. The only thing wrong with her was her personality and pathetic and needy insecurities that cause her to lash out at others.
Please don't make your own weight issues a reason to pick fault on mine. I don't point at people bigger than me and say
Please don't make your own weight issues a reason to pick fault on mine. I don't point at people bigger than me and say
'so can you wear a crop top yet?'
Do I?
Don't guesstimate my boob size out loud and in front of people to make yourself feel better about weighing a few pounds more than me please, the female body is beautiful in all shapes and sizes, the sooner you stop being catty to people that don't have the same figure as you the sexier we will all feel. Amen.
3. 'Did you just fart?' - (I promise this isn't disgusting and has relevance)
Don't guesstimate my boob size out loud and in front of people to make yourself feel better about weighing a few pounds more than me please, the female body is beautiful in all shapes and sizes, the sooner you stop being catty to people that don't have the same figure as you the sexier we will all feel. Amen.
3. 'Did you just fart?' - (I promise this isn't disgusting and has relevance)
If you have the audacity to let a stinker rip in a room full of people at least own up to it. Everyone farts, some people just have the decency to not do it in certain situations, like at a party or on a packed train.
I once worked in an office, this particular part of the office had 4 desks in and one little window right by my desk. I was often left in the office alone with one guy who might I add was exceptionally creepy. He'd come back from lunch and demand that the window was left wide open. This was no fun in the winter, I was fed up of going blue every day it was freezing. I was only weeks into this job when I realised why he had to have the window open... He ate the most rancid smelling food for lunch and afterwards he liked a good trump.
He'd disguise the noises by creaking his chair etc but the smell couldn't be disguised without that window open. It was raining so hard that the window one day simply couldn't be left open unless I wanted to be electrocuted at my desk... He came back from his lunch and I actually thought I was going to die from the smells that were radiating from him, why would you eat something that made you trump like that at work?
I once worked in an office, this particular part of the office had 4 desks in and one little window right by my desk. I was often left in the office alone with one guy who might I add was exceptionally creepy. He'd come back from lunch and demand that the window was left wide open. This was no fun in the winter, I was fed up of going blue every day it was freezing. I was only weeks into this job when I realised why he had to have the window open... He ate the most rancid smelling food for lunch and afterwards he liked a good trump.
He'd disguise the noises by creaking his chair etc but the smell couldn't be disguised without that window open. It was raining so hard that the window one day simply couldn't be left open unless I wanted to be electrocuted at my desk... He came back from his lunch and I actually thought I was going to die from the smells that were radiating from him, why would you eat something that made you trump like that at work?
He used to leave every day at half 3 and when ever that window couldn't be opened I'd watch the clock. He was a vile man. Before anyone jumps on me saying he might have been ill, he wasn't. It was simply the food he chose to eat.
The Landlord popped in one rainy day as there was a bit of office reshuffling to be done, he walked in to our room about 10 minutes after the smelly mans lunch. He grabbed his nose and yelped 'this room stinks of farts!' The smelly man stood straight up waving his arms around 'well it's not me!' The Landlord looked at me and said 'that smell is not a ladies fart,' patted my chair in sympathy and just walked out.
The smelly man glared at me, ran to open the window knocking half of my desk every where then stormed out of the office with no sorry. I shut the window and got out the Febreeze.
The next day and for the rest of my time in that office he never brought in his smelly food again and because of this wise decision he didn't trump away either. BLISS.
I know now exactly why he was a 'care free farter', I look young I have a baby face, I'm a woman. He thought it was acceptable to trump away in front of me as I wasn't important enough to be embarrassed in front of. Dirty dick.
The Landlord popped in one rainy day as there was a bit of office reshuffling to be done, he walked in to our room about 10 minutes after the smelly mans lunch. He grabbed his nose and yelped 'this room stinks of farts!' The smelly man stood straight up waving his arms around 'well it's not me!' The Landlord looked at me and said 'that smell is not a ladies fart,' patted my chair in sympathy and just walked out.
The smelly man glared at me, ran to open the window knocking half of my desk every where then stormed out of the office with no sorry. I shut the window and got out the Febreeze.
The next day and for the rest of my time in that office he never brought in his smelly food again and because of this wise decision he didn't trump away either. BLISS.
I know now exactly why he was a 'care free farter', I look young I have a baby face, I'm a woman. He thought it was acceptable to trump away in front of me as I wasn't important enough to be embarrassed in front of. Dirty dick.
He once made a comment, in fact it was the first thing he'd ever said to me apart from the grunt I received every morning after saying Good morning,
'I guess this is your first job?'
When I told him I'd done 2 and a half years in HR before starting there he snorted and said
'what when you were 12?'
to this comment I just replied
'no, from the age of 19 until I started here,'
and sprayed the Febreeze in his direction, I wasn't afraid of letting him know I thought he was a smelly sod by then...
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