I am overweight. Not obese but overweight. Its kinda been this weird obvious secret I've been showing the world but not talking about. Recently I made fun of my sister, who has also been going through the same weight issues as I.
Sis: I can still fit into a small you know
Me: Yeah at Lane Bryant.
I was being incredibly bitchy that day and have since profusely apologized for my comments. She forgave me that day but today she got me back.
Sis: OMG we're going to have to go to the ER.
Me: Why?!?
Sis: Your baby's due isn't it?
Sure it was a lame reference to the enormity of my gut and I know she just meant it in jest, in contrast to mine which was a mean retort.
And yet... I'm wallowing right now.
I know that both of us being fat gives both of us the right to roast each other with zings and snaps but for some reason that one hurt. I mean it wasn't all that clever to begin with and it was a two line put down and if I want to think about all the cleverer comments I made I know I totally rule but somehow I'm totally bugged.
I guess thats the pain of hypocrisy. Until I know how to take little jibes like that I shouldn't doll them out myself.
on a slightly more morbid note a portion of a conversation I overheard between mother and son
Mother: stop that! you're okay.
Son: (shakes his head)
Mother: YOU walked into my hand
Son: (starts to tear up)
Mother: I told you I was going to open the door
and then the rest trailed off... Like the security of my computer... It trailed off. Luckily I have an identity no one would want to steal.
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