Alright, friends. I’m going to make this one quick and dirty because I was supposed to be at my boyfriend’s house ~45 minutes ago (Sorry, Matthew! I know you subscribe to this).
Raise your hand if you’ve ever been body shamed! *Raises both hands emphatically*
Ok now raise your hand if you’ve ever been body shamed…wait for it… at the GYM.
Yup, it really just happened *shameless plug of blog title*. SO I was minding my business rocking out to some Good Charlotte (throwback I know, but I’m seeing them on Wednesday night and I have been getting myself pumped!) on the elliptical at Lucille Roberts. I go to Lucille, the ‘Women’s Gym’, because I’m self conscious and I fear judgment. I’M A HUMAN WITH FEELINGS AND FEARS–WHAAAT! WHO KNEW? I digress. Anyway, for whatever reason I didn’t think I would be subjected to self consciousness or judgment by other ladies. WELL, I was partially right because I made it a whole year and a half with no issues…until today some beyyyotch broke my streak.
So, like I said, I’m minding my own business when a fellow Fitgirl walks out of the bathroom and past my machine wearing almost the exact same outfit as me– she’s slender, she’s really pretty, & I think nothing of it. I pull out a headphone, because I’m about to tell her she has good taste (I’m friendly, I talk to strangers), and she proceeds to look me up and down and give me — THE LOOK. Now, I may sound paranoid here to some of you, but if you’ve ever struggled with your weight/your self image whether it be over OR underweight, you know The Look. This version of The Look was obvious. It was the ‘I wore it better and girlfriend, you’re really sweaty’ look that made me put my headphone back in and look at the ground red-faced (not JUST because I was really sweaty) and very embarrassed.
But you know what? I shouldn’t be embarrassed. Not in the slightest. I was at the gym making a healthy life choice. I’ve struggled with my weight my entire life. I have two preexisting conditions (#Resist) that make it difficult to manage my weight. PCOS & Hashimoto’s don’t define my life, but they do define some of the lifestyle choices I’ve had to make to live with these chronic illnesses. Does this judgy girl know that? Nope. Does she need to know that to be a decent human being and keep her thoughts off her face? Nope!
Anyway, my point is this: It takes no energy to be a nice human. Bodies are bodies and come in all shapes and sizes. I know I sound like an after school special, but forgive me and hang in there, because everything you’ve ever heard about the importance of accepting others is true. I’m me, so I know I’m pretty strong and can take some dirty looks, but what if I wasn’t? What if I was really fragile or had body dysmorphia or an eating disorder? How do you think something as simple as The Look would affect me? Probably not well I’d say.
Anyway, if you’re reading this, no matter what the hell you look like I think you’re beautiful! Unless you’re really judgy of others–just kidding, I could probably still at least tolerate you. Maybe.