I nearly forgot today’s insult.
As I was walking out of the cinema there was a guy standing in a doorway of one of the other screens, he was about 5’4, bald, very overweight, wearing a scruffy off white tee-shirt and stained sweat pants and had his arm around a woman who was similar (although not bald). As I walked past, looking and feeling a million dollars in my crop pants and beautiful bright shirt and casual denim jacket and cute red flats with bows on the front, my lovely sun kissed, healthy, shiny, blonde hair piled up with a clip he looked at me and said quite audibly to the woman he was with “Look at the size of that” and laughed, she looked around directly at me but didn’t say anything.
I felt a bit sad and began to feel myself sink inside, but then I spotted a big mirrored wall right across the corridor from them “Take a look in there beautiful” I smiled to him and continued on my way. The slap around the chops he got from his partner was reward enough.
I really shouldn’t rise to it but I couldn’t help it, I’ve scurried off sad and stuffed my face because of comments like this for far too long.