Sunday, July 28, 2013
I live in California about 40 mins outside of San Francisco and when a friend invited me to a flea market held twice a month on an island called Treasure Island with a magnificent view of the city, I didn't hesitate. We went and shopped around and I ended up buying a slice of lemon cheesecake from a specialty cheesecake vendor ( my cheat treat for the week ). As we continued walking we stopped in on a jewelry vendors tent where a woman asked me what I was holding. I told her cheesecake and a man sitting beside her (husband, I think) said jokingly ,"don't tell her that, I don't want her walking over there". I could tell the woman was embarassed and I felt embarassed by her husbands bad manners. The woman was heavyset and so am I. What hurt me the most is that I wanted to say something to ease the tension out of the air but I myself felt so vulnerable with that remark. I have been thinner but I have also been much heavier and remarks like that would have made me go home and wanted to eat half a cheesecake. I guess I am grateful for sparkpeople because there are moments in life when we may witness events like this where its almost a flashback of our former selves, with Sparkpeople I am able to let out my feelings and feel vulnerable because we have all been there. What's different is that here I can find the support and the motivation and the constant reminder that we are all worthy of a better life. I also hope that if something like that were ever to happen again I have the courage to stick up for that person because there were plenty of times I wish someone had been there for me.