I just had my hair cut after a long while. It's not something drastic, mind you. I can't go for my stylish cuts anymore since I'm working in a fairly conservative industry now.
So I was pretty 'high' from my new 'do when I had to go to my grandmother's house to pick up something. Her neighbor was there who didn't recognize me first. But when she did, she said something like this,
"Oh. Well, look at you. You're fat."
I didn't mind her at first. I know I'm not the skinniest of the lot, and I have gained quite a few pounds over the years. I love my body, and I don't mind toning it further. But I don't aspire to be 120 lbs again. Geez Louise, the last time I was that light was when I was in high school, nine to ten years ago!
You see, I would have let it pass, but she repeated it four times in two minutes.
Yes, yes, I get it. No need to rub it in. That may be one reason why I don't like having my picture taken anymore. I feel like I'm being distorted - not by the camera, but by the person taking the picture.
Honestly, there was this part of me that wanted to cry. But there was also this part of me that wanted to smack her upside the head. Instead, I silently smiled and just thought of the new journal I bought.
Well, it's high time that I fix my uniform then. Better get the sewing machine cracking.
Have you ever felt or experienced that? Having your image distorted by people?