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That Look

November21

It was almost as if I’d forgotten why it was that I disliked or hated eating in public alone. And then Tuesday, in the cafeteria at work, it all came rushing back to me! That look! That look rude strangers give when they see a fat person eating food. It’s a sort of lusty-hateful look. It’s a look that makes me think they wish they were eating what I was eating and/or hate that I’m shamelessly enjoying my food or just hate that I’m fat and within their vision. Who knows?! I certainly don’t. But the way a couple of people were staring at me made me think I must be the most entertaining or engrossing show on earth!

There were two of them, sitting next to each other, but at a long and crowded table across the room from where I sat alone. I was eating a very fresh, very delicious and juicy, organic cheeseburger. It was hella good! First, I noticed a woman sort of trying not to stare, but her eyes kept finding their way back to me. Then the guy next to her simply did not care and locked eyes on me and pretty much just watched until they were all ready to leave. I tried not to notice, not to care, but you know how hard that can be. I tried to simply enjoy my lunch and let it go.
Obviously the problem is theirs, not mine. That doesn’t mean that I don’t feel their eyes on me, gazing at me with disgust and wonder. What must they be thinking? I do not care! You couldn’t fucking pay me to care! It’s rude on a very basic level. I am certain that anyone would be perturbed by being stared at while eating. These are privileged professionals who should know better, but that didn’t stop them. At one point I decided to stare back. This lead to the gal looking away and the guy not even noticing that I was looking at him. He was far too fixated on my mouth and burger interacting.
Sure, I can pretend that I’m the most gorgeous creature those two have ever laid eyes upon and thus cannot expect them to look away from such a wondrous sight…but let’s face it, their interest in me was not that. Am I wrong to assume? I don’t think so, I know how it felt. There’s a decent chance that you know how it felt, too. I don’t know what most folks do when this occurs, but I was quite honestly too damned tired to care. I get shit on enough at work as it is and generally view my lunch break as my only solace lately. That same day at lunch two of my co-workers didn’t even acknowledge my existence. I felt slighted, but resigned, now, to the fact that I was hired to be liked or make friends. I would say most of the people I have encountered at this place are not friendly. Most won’t even smile back or acknowledge my smiles and hellos. Pssht! Their loss!
My boyfriend says they don’t deserve me there and I’m beginning to think that he’s right. I can’t do anything about it, though. And seriously? Health care and great pay? Yeah, I’ll be sticking this out as long as possible. This latest cafeteria incident isn’t so terrible and really, part of me is surprised it took this long for something like that to happen. I have yet to feel the need to actually speak up about anything, so that’s good, I guess. While I have been made to feel like I’m the gross kid at school here lately, I am doing my best to shrug it off and chalk it up to stress (not my stress, but theirs). It’s always chaotic and hectic and stressful here and I get that, and so I am a bit more forgiving of how people interact with me. But every day is different and how I am treated really sucks sometimes.
Perhaps I should have stuck my tongue out at the rude staring people. I don’t think it would have helped. I mean, maybe they would have realized how ridiculous their behavior was had I matched it with my own, but that’s hardly my style…at least at work. I try to do my best with what I have to work with. I have been surprised by what I’ve been able to accomplish entirely on my own at work, but I don’t know if I’ll ever fit in. Someone recently said it’s because I haven’t made a friend at work yet. That things might at least feel better if I had a buddy to chat with, even if only at lunch. That may be true, but there’s very little opportunity for such buddy making to occur. I have befriended one of the chefs, but it’s not like they can come eat or sit and talk with me.
Sadly, I don’t matter here, at all. They needed a Jack of all trades and surely that’s me, but they also need someone cold and uncaring and that is just not in my nature. The cafeteria thing was Tuesday of this week, but yesterday was the worst. We’d been setting up for a holiday party the last two weeks. I have been truly busting my hump to get things set and put together and what have you. Yesterday was the big day and we had folks fly in from all over the world for some meeting (the party was for them). I knew it would be a tough day, but I hadn’t counted on just how awful people can be on an individual level.
To put it plainly, towards the end of the day, just before the party was to start, I was dismissed by my supervisor and then had someone literally cough in my face. No “I’m so sorry!” none of that, they didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. Mind you, seconds before I was trying to get through the crowd and tapped their shoulder and said, “excuse me” so I might get by. All they did was shift their feet and then turn to cough in my face. They didn’t even attempt to cover their mouth or make eye contact. Sure, maybe they were embarrassed, but I don’t buy it. I don’t believe that I even registered as human to them, or at least that’s how it felt. That on top of being dismissed I tracked down my co-worker to tell her that I was asked to leave and she said I could “hang out” for a bit, but I was in shock and in near tears by that point. I could barely speak! So I left.
I ugly cried the entire way home. I felt dehumanized and bullied. That may not be how it actually happened, but I know how it made me feel. I was beside myself and doing my best not to allow a full on panic attack to happen. I managed. I downed some EmergenC and had a hot shower and hard cider and fruit salad. I told myself that these things will help me not get sick. I have a touch of germaphobia, you see, and this cough will be haunting me for some time. I also had to be to work by 6:45 am this morning, so I had to get to bed early. Ugh! I was a wreck and a mess. I’m feeling a bit better if not entirely bitter this morning. I am counting the minutes until I can leave this afternoon.
It’s hard because I don’t hate my job, sometimes it’s fun. It’s always challenging, usually physically, but the people here just never cease to amaze me. I’m so mega grateful to even have a job, let alone this one. The pay is excellent and the benefits are great. I am able to do things and take care of things (and people I love) without hesitation. I’m paying off my credit card and soon I’ll be able to start saving money! What?! I know! Apparently that is a thing! Ha-ha! So, yeah, I’m not going anywhere. I was so depressed when I was unemployed, I can’t go through that again.
The one thing keeping me going is knowing that I have next week off and that I am spending it with my favorite fella! Actually, seeing him tonight is what is keeping me together today. I just hope I can stay awake that long! Ha! Caffeine is my friend this week, lemme tell ya! I know the time off and away will do me wonders, but the time with my Special Geek will be the best! 😉

Memories & Emotions

November18

Last night, hanging out with the best boyfriend in the known universe, we were hungry and I was cold and wanted hot food. So we hit up a German restaurant in the town I grew up in. I knew he’d like the food, I knew it’d be good and hot and hearty and I needed that sort of comfort at that moment. As we pulled into the parking lot I realized just how long it had been since I’d set foot in that place. As we ordered and sat down with our generously portioned meals I realized nothing had changed. It looked exactly the same as it did twenty years ago!

And then, quite suddenly, I was flooded with memories, good and bad. There’s so much about my hometown that I hate and can’t stand to think about. Mostly things that have happened to me there. I was surprised at how many good memories came rushing back to me, too. I got a bit emotional. The food and the wonderful company and the memories of eating just two tables away with my bff Summer and her mom before our 8th grade graduation, eating the very same meal I was last night. Wow!
In conversation, my Special Geek mentioned butter on sandwiches and I was happily surprised to hear that this is a U.K. thing and thus growing up with my grandma putting butter on our turkey sandwiches wasn’t so weird after all! Yay! I seriously thought it was just my weird family. Ha-ha! Talk of Sunday roast dinners and our favorite bits was a nice, if not more memory inducing for me. I realized that it’s been ten years since my grandma died and that was a bit hard to grasp. And then it hit me pretty hard how different my life is now. I don’t know what my grandma would think of the choices I’ve made the last few years. I know she’d be glad that I am so happy now.
Even though things at work have been super hard, I’m happy. I really just cannot believe that I have this amazing life! The last time I lived in my hometown was not for good reasons. I had to move back home for a year due to a huge financial pitfall. It was awful. I threw myself into some bad situations and too many bottles of Jose Cuervo Gold. *Barfs* I was depressed and struggling with my PTSD, though I hadn’t a clue what to call it at the time. I never wanted to return to that town, but it’s local and I sometimes have to drive by/through it. No biggie, usually. Last night was just such a mix of good and bad that I think it messed up my brain for a bit. My sweet fella didn’t know what to do, I assured him I was okay and just emotional.
Well, this morning, he text me that HE LOVES ME! And that he was so worried about me because of how sad I looked last night and that he only wants me to be happy. I sobbed tears of pure joy (in front of my co-worker, ha!) when I got that text! It’s not that I didn’t know it, but to see the words (I can’t wait to hear them!) from him for the first time?!?! *Dies* He is just the best thing to happen to me, y’all! He makes me excited for the future again. He brings out the best and the silliest in me and just…wow! I’m over the moon!
Seeing my old stomping grounds last night gave me a few sort of flashes of what has happened to me. It seems a lifetime ago, but then it also feels like yesterday. It’s taken me so long to heal those wounds and my psyche. I am better and stronger than the girl I once was and I can no longer think about what might have been had such atrocities not befallen me. I now have the life I want! I have worked very hard to get it and not one moment has been easy, but it’s all been so worth it! I finally feel like I have control over my life and have chosen the right people to share it with.
I don’t know what my original point was for this post. I’m just sort of stupidly happy and emotional right now. Ha-ha! I want to shout from the rooftops!!! I can’t wait to see my fella tonight and give him all the kisses! We’re planning a road trip together and I cannot wait to see him! I know some may think that I’ve always been so lucky in love, but that’s not true. I have suffered so greatly at the hands and hearts of men (and a girl or two) and I have learned my lessons the hard way each and every time. I’d given up on love. I used to be in love with love and then it was extinguished for me. I felt dead inside for awhile. I fooled myself into believing lust was the same thing for a bit, but in the end I knew better and had to figure myself out all over again. To finally feel the real thing? Not the easy thing, mind you, but the genuine article? It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before! And I’m done questioning it! It’s mine and I shall nurture it and enjoy every moment I possibly can!
Rad Fatty Love to ALL!
<3
S

I think I’m ready for a revamp!

November15

I say, “I think I’m ready” because quite honesty these things can give me great anxiety and I get emotional, too. I know this stems from childhood stuff, but knowing why doesn’t make it any easier in the moment. So there’s that aspect. There are also the time and motivation aspects. Wanting to do something big and not having the time or making the time but not having the motivation/energy to do it is tough. But…I think I’m ready! 😉

What the hell am I talking about? My wardrobe! I know, I started out sounding all kinds of serious and this is all just about clothes. But for me, that’s a pretty serious thing. I don’t take fashion lightly these days and I have found a sliver of self-care in the process of getting dressed in the morning. I have begun to shift my looks in new and sometimes surprising ways, for me, and I think I’d also like to maximize the small space that I live in (my bedroom) better.

I basically live in a bedroom. I have a small closet in the hallway for my dresses and other “must hang” items, but now that’s nearly maxed out. In my room I have three dressers. Yes, three. *Sigh* They are made of particle board and part of a set that included my platform (with storage drawers beneath) bed frame. I know it’s time to downsize. One of the dressers looks like it aspires to be a vanity, but it’s really just a wider and shorter dresser with a big mirror in the middle. And the top drawers on that one always seem to come off the tracks. The closet in my room, while organized and maximized, is completely full.

No, it’s time and I want a grown up lady’s vanity! Preferably, a lovely art deco style one, with a gorgeously comfortable chair to sit upon. I dream of the day I can get ready like a fancy lady person! Ha-ha! It’s a dream, but it would also give me more practical use of the space that I have. You see, I also use that same dresser as my entertainment center, which makes the whole thing seem mega cluttered, even when it’s not, which let’s face it, usually it is!

If I did this whole revamp, at least in my head, it would mean pairing down my entire wardrobe (okay, maybe not my dresses!), and having room for this vanity and a smallish entertainment center-like set up. I want a slightly larger television for my room as well, the one I have works fine, but I spend so much time in there, I think I might as well update everything while I can. Plus all the TV’s are on sale or will be shortly and I know I can get a great bargain!

The painful part of this is letting go of items of clothing I’ve had for a long time. Not items I’m worn out completely, mind you. More of the “Oh my glob I have to have this!” variety, but then I never ended up wearing them, for whatever reason. I wonder if the issue is styling? I’ve only recently begun to experiment in this realm. It’s not easy, either, but it can be fun. I have been surprised by what the right and sometimes odd combination of accessories can do to or for an outfit.

I just think my current set up is not the most efficient for my needs. I end up wearing the same few outfits because they’re more accessible and put together because they are what I wore or purchased most recently. Out with the old or unworn and in with the new or newly appreciated! Ultimately I would love to have my wardrobe set up in such a way that makes sense. Like, you know what order you put things on? I want the drawers of my dressers set up like that. But then, there’s like winter stuff? Huh…tough one! Ha-ha! No, I have a sweater drawer already. It will be the getting rid of things part that will be tough.

I think what would work best for me is to have someone super supportive, who has a flair for these things already, there to coach or guide me through the process. Someone who will be firm but compassionate with me. Someone who understands that plus size clothing doesn’t fit in a drawer the way other clothing does. It’d be rad, too, if this magical fatshion fairy also wore my size so they could get some free clothes out of the deal (though I’d certainly give them gas money and buy them dinner, or would want to). They would have to be a good hugger, too!  Ha-ha!

Whenever things were really bad at home while growing up, it meant a major clean up of our whole house. This meant we were on the verge of eviction. This meant something happened or was about to. This meant I would have to throw away many of the few possessions I had. It always felt like I was in big trouble. It was always scary and filled with fears of the unknown. It always felt like everything was out of my control or influence. Even though I know this isn’t the case now, it always feels that way when I start the process. When my (now ex) husband would move the furniture around in our apartment, which was fairly often, I would get so upset and fight him tooth and nail over every little thing.

I didn’t understand why it hurt so much at the time, though. I know that was really hard for him. I felt crazy, too. I felt like my brain was broken because I didn’t know why such a simple thing would set me off so badly. I am glad that I understand this now, but it’s still difficult. However, I do have a couple of solo victories under my belt now! There’s my big closet cleaning and organizing project I did this past summer. And more recently, I went through my entire shoe collection (Whew!) and organized them, sorted out ones to toss/donate/sell. It felt good, I felt accomplished and it felt like a breakthrough!

You see, the home I grew up in was a mess. Not just a cluttered sort of mess either, though that’s sort of my style now. It was disgusting! I have seen a house kept this way and spent time in it for several hours with friends and it took every fiber of my being to not sob the entire time. Talk about triggering?!?! I don’t know why it was like that. Both sets of grandparents’ houses were clean or normal. I was never allowed to have friends over because of the filth. And when I say filth, I am speaking literally! Clean anything just didn’t exist in my childhood home. It is a source of great shame for me and it is because of this that I get caught up in heavy emotions when I clean or organize or move anything. And once I start with one thing I go on a spree of CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!

So, yeah, I’d love to do this whole thing. I want to do it and have this great new room and just have it all be more me. But knowing what I go through every time is tough. How do you push past your mental obstacles to get what you need to done? This is where I’m struggling. I feel like a buddy/coach would be the answer, but then again it’s hard to have someone see me and my silly stuff and not know if they will understand that it’s deeper than just “stuff” and will know how to keep things moving. *Sigh*

Advice? Suggestions? Can you relate?

<3

S

Appreciation

November13

I have had a couple of truly awful days. The worst period cramps I’ve had in ages combined with some pretty crummy things and stuff at work and I’d just had it. I had this horrifically angry woman in my head screaming awful things about people and the world and I was beginning to think that maybe she had a point. I knew it wasn’t the real me in there shouting, but at the same time it was a bit surprising that so much anger could come from some part of me.

Pain is a tricky beast. Trying to focus on anything when you’re in a lot of pain is difficult. Doing a bunch of physical labor while you feel as though you’re being skewered alive is nearly unbearable. My job is very physically demanding. My cramps started about an hour after I got to work, my period showed up a bit later. I was beside myself with pain and grief. First that my cramps came before anything else, but also that my period came early. It used to be that any little bit of stress would pop up and that sucker would choose to show up a week late, not early. Oh well.
Because I wasn’t supposed to start my period yet, I didn’t have my Diva Cup with me. Which meant that when the flow began I had to grab one of the sanitary napkins from the ladies room to use. So uncomfortable! And seriously? After using the cup for so long anything else feels super wrong. I wanted to cry when I pulled my pants back up and tried to walk with this giant pad between my legs. Ugh! The moment I got home I showered and put my cup in, so much better!
I don’t know why the cramps were so bad, or why the woman in my head was so violently angry. I was exhausted and growing bitter by the moment. I drank some fancy hard cider Raven gifted me for my b-day and watched The Walking Dead and tried my best to take my mind off of…everything! The next day only provided more of the same pains and discomforts. Things at work are always hectic and harried. But being in pain on top of that was a lot for me to handle. I did what I could, but I won’t lie, it took everything in me not to run screaming from the building about a dozen times on Monday.
I have been literally biting my tongue every moment at work this week. I’m not sure if it’s just my hormones or if it really is my coworker acting in a way that is absolutely infuriating to me. *Shrugs* All I know is that I’m sick of her constant lectures and repetition of the most mundane and obvious bullshit. I hate feeling like someone is talking down to me and that’s pretty much all I get here. So be it. The pay is good and the job itself ain’t so bad. I’m just super grateful to have a fucking job, anyway.
So last night when I got off work I was so pooped, but needed necessities like toilet paper and such and so I stopped off at Target. Whew! $200 later! Yikes! Not sure how that happened, but it had be quite a long time since I’d bought cleaning stuff and such and well, it should last awhile, hopefully. I get home, and was just having a terrible day, getting my key in the door when it was so dark out was nearly impossible (forgot to turn on the porch light) and our door decoration fell on my head and I nearly tripped over the dog trying to get inside. I was at wit’s end! I managed to get some stuff put away and use the restroom. Just as I was pulling up my pants again the doorbell rings!
At this point I may have actually said aloud, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” thinking it was a solicitor or neighbor or something similar. Nope! It was my wonderful and amazing boyfriend surprising me! Awww! What a surprise indeed! Gosh there just wasn’t a better site for my sore eyes to find, lemme tell ya! I was so delighted you could have pushed me over with a feather! He took us to dinner after I gave him about a hundred hugs. So unexpected and yet so necessary! Oh my gosh! That boy! I can’t even…
After dinner we watched the latest Big Bang Theory episode curled up under a throw blanket on my bed and a couple of episodes of Steven Universe (Cartoon Network) and just snuggled and laughed so much that I nearly forgot just about all of my troubles and pains. He does me wonders! I really feel like the luckiest girl in the world! I don’t know what I did to deserve to have him in my life, but I’m just about ready to stop wondering and questioning it. Because last night, when his arms were around me and I just sort of collapsed into the crook of his neck/shoulder, the bad things couldn’t touch me and it really felt like everything would be okay. *Blushes*
Today is another day and while I’m doing my best to hold onto that goodness he made me feel, already the bullshit is being slung at me and I can only bite my tongue for so long, ya know? I’m nodding and saying, “Yes, got it!” and feigning enthusiasm, but I’m not sure I’m a very good actor at this point. Whatever. So be it. I’ll be keeping my head down and my lips shut as much as possible. I just can’t put my heart and soul into this place, sadly. I will bust my hump, but I’m not giving them the best of me when they can’t even treat me like an adult. Ugh!
Sorry, bit of a rant/vent there. Ahem. I’m okay and will be. I just gotta get through today, right? Ha-ha! I hope you’re all doing well and feeling fabulous!
So much love from me to you!
<3
S

Some Pics of Stuff

November11

I keep promising pictures and forgetting to post them. My bad. So, in lieu of an actual, like, written post, here’s some pics! Woo!

Unicorn Costume

Right before finding out that the costume party was canceled, my roommate took this pic of my made up unicorn costume. Fun, I guess, but we didn’t get to dance that night, sadly.

Unicorn Vs. The Birds

And then we got a bit goofy!

Eshakti B-Day Dress

This dress was perfect! I love it! I no longer order the custom sizing at Eshakti because the size 28 seems to fit me nicely thus far.

Me & That Puggyman
BFFs (I said, “Let’s make faces!” and we all pull the same one!) 
P tryin’ to photobomb me & B
Pathetic Plus Size Rack at F21 (None of these were Plus Size!)

Went to an outlet mall with some friends and had heard rumors of a plus size section at Forever 21. When we checked it out, well, I felt a lot of things. Anger, disappointment, frustration, sadness…hilarity!

Raven with the Only Plus Sized Item on the Rack at F21
Stephy & Me (Check out her new cookbook “Melt”)
I love this pic!

Snagged this cute headband at the F21 outlet for $3. Love it!

Special Dinner

 I made a special steak dinner for my Special Geek last Friday. It was so good!
Steaks, roasted French fingerling potatoes with rosemary and zucchini and squash roasted with lemon and rosemary, too.
Hey, gotta show off my skills sometimes, ya know?

😉

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