Oh, I have no patience for such people. While I'm entirely sympathetic to people who have body-image issues or who worry over their five pounds they want to lose just as much as I worry about the fifty I want to lose, that clearly isn't what was going on here. Not with that bikini comment. I love the way you put it earlier: "Yes, you're fat, but I'm
important!"
Hang on a sec, I think I just pulled a muscle from rolling my eyes so far back.
I'd have one of two responses, depending on the circumstances:
- a lingering, searching look and a long pause, followed by a noncommittal "...mmm." Think of Auntie Mame reacting to the girl who stepped on the ball.
- "Oh, geez, I hadn't noticed before, but you're right! I'm so relieved I don't have the kind of work you have in front of YOU before bikini season lemmetellya! Guess I should just bring you ice water and naked lettuce so you can get started on that, huh?"
People like her make me feel a bit sorry for them. What must it be like to need to put on such a show for validation from any quarter who will give it to you? What must it be like to be bound so tightly to external markers of "status" like being thin or going to a country club that you must bring them up to near-strangers? I'm glad I don't need that much help just to feel okay about myself.