Here is a fun fact about me: I am VERY good with language. I can speak English and nearly fluent Russian, and make my way around a good amount of Spanish, and even fumble my way through some German and Dutch. I can count to ten in 6 different languages. I can say "thank you" in 15 different languages.
Today, I was at a Zumba party at one of my gyms. A lady at the gym (whom I'm pretty well acquainted with and really like) was walking out afterward, squeezed my arm and said, "bye flaca." I'm almost certain she was unaware that I understood that word. It means "skinny."
It's not that I was offended; I was just surprised! Partly because any unsolicited body comment surprises me, and partly because I don't think of myself as being particularly skinny, especially not lately! But I know that she has no reason to say something to me that isn't true. She wouldn't gain anything by calling me that or not calling me that. Which leads me to believe that she actually thinks I am skinny! And that is hard for me to get my head around.
Weird how I can be having the worst body image ever and get succinctly put in my place.
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