Fat Bitch

I often say that we can choose how to feel about events that happen to us, in fact my last post was about this exactly, and I stand by that 100%. A couple of people have said to me they don’t believe it’s true and wanted to share something that happened to me this week that shows that I do understand that it’s not always easy; even though I practice a lot sometimes something gets through and it hurts.

During my “day job” this week a less than lovely fellow disagreed with my opinion about an event and called me a Fat Bitch. Ever the professional, I shrugged it off and put a smile on my face (while said gentleman was politely turfed out).

I joked about what had happened to those around me, and made out I was ok with it, that that guys opinion about me was inconsequential…on the outside I was walking my talk.

On the inside however, I kind of wanted to cry. All the demon voices about being overweight came out to play. I really just wanted to go home and hide for a bit, and comfort myself with a donut.

As I sat sulking over a cuppa, I was flicking through Pinterest to find something to snap me out of it – and as usual a couple of quotes from the great Stoic philosophers did the job.

If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you instead of trying to defend yourself you should say “He obviously does not know me well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned“. Epictetus

It never ceases to amaze me: we love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our ownMarcus Aurelious

So why should I care what this guy thinks? He doesn’t know me at all, if he did he certainly wouldn’t pick something about my appearance to insult me! I’ve got loads of flaws much worse than that! (you don’t need to rush to point them out, thank you!) His opinion about me is of no consequence.

I thought of all my friends and family who love me how I am, remembered that most importantly I love me for who I am and managed to put a real smile on my face.
For pulling myself together in record time I rewarded myself with a donut.

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