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I was insulted re: my appearance yesterday by a teenager. At the time I wasn’t too upset, but by the time I got home I had worked myself into a frenzy of indignation. I spent about half an hour lying in bed thinking of cutting and witty retorts, things I should have said. Ooh that girl would have been crying herself to sleep for WEEKS.

I like to think that I am fairly self-confident, but somehow I end up letting little remarks get past me. The other night we were out to dinner and some friends of a friend were making jokes about people with red hair. Instead of putting my hand up and saying I found it offensive, I just sat there embarrassed and demeaned. I like my red hair! I put these sort of remarks on par with someone saying an overweight person should just hop on a treadmill. Because it’s THAT easy, obviously.

All those bloody cardboard cut out, run of the mill average Joes can sit there and glorify in their sameness. I hate them but I want oh so much to be one of them.

Had an average eating weekend - with an extra large portion of Sunday roast and a smattering of gin and tonic. Still counting calories and was pleased to see that I did not have as big a blow out as I thought. Though that theme park doughnut yesterday may have put me over the edge…