I try to disappear right into the air Will you meet me in the middle?

Something happened to me today. I am not proud of how I responded to it. It left a really yucky taste in my mouth, both for what happened and how I responded to it. I am trying to give myself some grace over it, because it was in the heat of the moment and I am already wildly sensitive about some other stuff happening right now.

This my favourite outfit in the whole world. I call it my Doug Funnie outfit. If I were a cartoon, this is what I would be in every day.

Today on my lunch, I was walking to the takeaway store to get something to put in my salad. There was a large herd of people who were walking all together who were walking in a line and clogging the sidewalk. I was trying to maneuver around them. One of the women on the end I had to walk past gave me the most scathing up and down look and SCOFFED at me. SNARLED at me. As if how DARE I exist.

I responded by saying something unkind I am not proud of.

Again, I am trying to give myself grace about it.

This is not the first time this has happened. Recently, though, there has been an increase of women looking at me like I don't deserve to exist. Women who  make it a point to let me know that they hate me and my body.

Too bad for all of you haters out there. I am just going to keep being me. I am going to double down on being me. I am just going to be me harder.