Fat B*tch
That’s what she called me.
And I laughed.
I won’t go into the details about what happened, because it’s pretty much irrelevant. The takeaway is that this was a very angry (obviously), seemingly very uptight (just my observation) woman, who believed me to be in her way (I wasn’t). And she thought it very important to tell me that by screaming at me and calling me a name.
It was so bizarre to me that when she started yelling at me, I laughed. I couldn’t help it. And that, apparently, pissed her off even more. So she called me a fat bitch and drove away.
And I laughed harder.
I mean, really? Fat bitch? That’s the best insult she could come up with?
The truth is, I am overweight. I have been struggling with my weight for years.
I hate to tell you, Lady, but my being fat? It’s not news to me.
Did you think I would be shocked by your words? Upset? You probably did, because people who hurl insults tend to do it to hurt people — and make themselves feel superior.
I’m curious — did it work? Did you feel better? Did you go home and tell your family how you put “that fat bitch” in her place?
Years ago I would have been devastated by the exchange. But I know that this was all about her, not…
