What I hate more than adults commenting on my weight is when kids do. They tend to repeat over and over again how big my belly is (yup, kid, it is), ask whether I’m pregnant (if they have had a sibling), and won’t stop asking questions if I try to brush them off before their parent overhears what they are saying and chastises them for it.
I know it’s good to teach kids that it’s not nice to point out other people’s differences, but it’s also SO EMBARRASSING to be around the parents who become embarrassed because their young kids look at me and tell me the god honest truth — that I have a big belly. I don’t get mad at those kids or fault them for noticing something and pointing it out. It’s just as if they walked down the street and called the dog brown. It is what it is.
But then when the parents make such a fuss and make the kids apologize, all to try to make me feel better. Ugh. That’s the worst.
That, and the multiple times one of my “friends” told me I should look into gastric bypass surgery because I would become healthier. When I told her that many of my friends who had the surgery had terrible complications afterwards and that I, personally, would not want to pursue (what would be for me) elective surgery, she wouldn’t drop it. I bet you she’d suggest it tomorrow if my size came up in conversation….
But, as you bring up, these types of conversation stem from her insecurities, not mine. A past frenemy of mine once commented, in a very annoyed manner, about how confident I was and how guys looked at me, despite my size. Honestly I had never noticed how guys looked (I still wasn’t over my ex), but I thought it was odd that she would be upset at me for feeling good in my own skin.
C’est la vie.