September 11, 2016
20 days. Somebody at work called me fat again. An insult veiled in a random lunch table conversation. If you were there, you would talk to me with your eyes, tell me to ignore it, it's nothing. I would listen to you and shut up and move on. I don't have your patience, your open mind, your compassion. So what I do, because you're not there, is I accost the person and ask him not to do it again. There are hurts we need to stop whether they're intentional or not. You taught me to do everything with kindness. Noted.