The last time someone called me a name was just last week. I can't tell you the last time someone called me a name that I didn't deserve.
The kids and I were at an event at The Q arena when it happened. As soon as we got to our seats, I had to go to the bathroom. It's funny, I always insist that the kids 'go potty' before we go anywhere, but I'm the one that makes a mad dash when we get to our destination.
Anyway, when I tried to go back to my seat, a family of four was blocking the top of the stairs. Grandma, mom, and two kids forced anyone who wanted to use the stairs to do so in a single file line because they were standing in the entrance way. As I waited for people to pass this family, I looked at grandma with exasperation, but instead of saying "I'm sorry," she responded, "we're waiting for people."
I rolled my eyes. We are all waiting on someone, this was a kids event not to mention crowded. I didn't say anything and started down the stairs to hear her mutter, "fat ass," loudly.
I walked right back up the stairs and confronted her.
Her response to me was something judgemental about 'making a scene in front of kids.' And, I was, but that's okay. While she's teaching her children rudeness, bullying, and negative body image, I'm teaching them to stand up for themselves.
And by the way, I love my fat ass.
