Dealing with an overtly concerned gas station bitch.
So just as I was feeling like I was the best thing on earth besides buttered bread, the universe throws a lemon at me, and you know I gotta make me some fkn lemonade with it.
It was hot as hell outside today and I had just got done doing an outdoor photoshoot with a new friend. We stopped at a gas station and I went inside to get a drink. As I was paying for my drink the gas station attendant, a 20-something year old, thin woman of color with an slight accent, decided to ask me if I had ever taken pills. When I asked her what pills she was talking about she responded with "The pills to get the weight off." I was flabbergasted. This was the first time that a complete stranger thought it absolutely necessary to confront me about weight loss and pretend to be concerned about my health. Sure plenty of people have insulted me or hurled rude words out their cars as they pass me by, but I had yet to have some pretentious fuck actually try to carry on a "decent" conversation about my health. I had been hit by a bus. I didn't know what to say, so I laughed. I smiled and said "No...I'm good." I laughed some more and continued, "I don't really need pills..I mean, I'm good, I go swimming when I can and uh...well, I'm good." and in a split second I thought about Tumblr and all the fat activist and I thought of my sister and my best friends and what they would do. I wondered why I was defending my ~fitness activity with a complete douche stranger. I wasn't done speaking. I stayed for a minute to say the rest of what I needed to say.I looked at her and said, "I mean, I think I'm sexy, so I don't really need pills to help me with that. Thanks though," and as I walked away I had some final words, "Your concern is cute." As I opened the door I felt a wave of emotions hit my face. I was empowered...but I was also fucking pissed and a little hurt, but I was empowered. I gave that bitch a piece of my mind. I feel like a fucking revolutionary. Thank you gas station bitch.
It was hot as hell outside today and I had just got done doing an outdoor photoshoot with a new friend. We stopped at a gas station and I went inside to get a drink. As I was paying for my drink the gas station attendant, a 20-something year old, thin woman of color with an slight accent, decided to ask me if I had ever taken pills. When I asked her what pills she was talking about she responded with "The pills to get the weight off." I was flabbergasted. This was the first time that a complete stranger thought it absolutely necessary to confront me about weight loss and pretend to be concerned about my health. Sure plenty of people have insulted me or hurled rude words out their cars as they pass me by, but I had yet to have some pretentious fuck actually try to carry on a "decent" conversation about my health. I had been hit by a bus. I didn't know what to say, so I laughed. I smiled and said "No...I'm good." I laughed some more and continued, "I don't really need pills..I mean, I'm good, I go swimming when I can and uh...well, I'm good." and in a split second I thought about Tumblr and all the fat activist and I thought of my sister and my best friends and what they would do. I wondered why I was defending my ~fitness activity with a complete douche stranger. I wasn't done speaking. I stayed for a minute to say the rest of what I needed to say.I looked at her and said, "I mean, I think I'm sexy, so I don't really need pills to help me with that. Thanks though," and as I walked away I had some final words, "Your concern is cute." As I opened the door I felt a wave of emotions hit my face. I was empowered...but I was also fucking pissed and a little hurt, but I was empowered. I gave that bitch a piece of my mind. I feel like a fucking revolutionary. Thank you gas station bitch.