I’m the first to admit that I have no idea what a holla back girl is. All I know is that it requires a majorette costume and a double-process bleach job. That being said, a friend of mine who could not be more alluring if she were a cupcake frosted in hundred dollar bills, recently got yelled at by a bunch of boys in a pick up truck who made comments about her weight. My girl managed to track their father down in the store and, with their dad by her side, give them a talking to.
Francesca and Plumcake want to know:
Have you ever been hollered at about your weight? Was it hurtful or did you just blow it off? What did you do? What would do in the future?
I know this is a touchy subject, but I’d like to get on my stylish soapbox for a second. I cannot recall a time as an adult that I’ve been taunted because of my size. Well, there was one time when someone yelled out “Fatface! Hey Fatface!” while I was walking my pooch but it turned out to be a guy who recognized me from the dog park and had a particular affection for my admittedly fat-faced Shar Pei, Dozer LeGrunt.
As much as I’d like to think that the citizens of the great Republic of Texas are just above that sort of thing, I’m not fooling myself. I don’t get taunted because I’m confident. I walk talk and proud and when I’m not as put together as I’d like…well, that’s when I serve it hotter and harder than ever! Should we HAVE to dress up and work harder just to avoid being hooted at by knuckledraggers? No. I shouldn’t have to wax and pluck my way out of mammal-dom just to get a date, either but I do. Life is rough, or at least stubbly, all over.