Fast-forward a couple hours.
I'm walking to the drug store to pick up a few things, and while crossing the street, I hear a whistle. The standard, very LOUD catcall whistle. I smirk and keep walking. Undeterred, the guy leans out his window and shouts, "you're BEAUTIFUL!" Oh boy.
Then I'm at the drugstore checkout, and the cashier--a nice enough-looking guy--hits on me. He mumbles a little, but it's something about my outfit, I think, and the fact that I dance to the music while shopping. Well, it was "You & Me" by the Dave Matthews Band. Who doesn't dance to that? :) And I was happy about the Garnier Fructis sale. I thank him, smile, take my receipt, and leave.
There's a little bounce in my step as I walk the four blocks to home. Sure, I could roll my eyes at it all. But for today, I'm okay with a little attention.
I guess today's a "skinny" day after all! :)
First of all. I am glad you had a good day. And duh, you deserve attention from guys and I can't say I'm even surprised that any of that happened. :)
ReplyDeleteBut please tell me you are referring to some different meaning than body-size skinny. Because the moment a female starts to gauge her days as "fat days" and "skinny days" in relation to her body size, no matter what actually happened that day, no matter whether or not body appearance had anything to do with her experience, that is the moment when dignity and self-respect start looking for a good place to die.
As someone who actually used to decide the outcome of an experience based on how much she weighed at the time, this worries me a little. But I'm glad you had a really good day.
Not to worry, Emily. I say "skinny" days rather jokingly (and in quotes, I might add) as a sort of tongue-in-cheek nod to those days when you wake up and, for one reason or another, you feel like a rock star. Believe me, I'm not out to be stick thin. I actually LOVE my curves and wouldn't trade them for all the size-2 jeans in America.
ReplyDeleteI don't gauge my days as fat or skinny. But I do take note of the rock star-feeling days. :) And oftentimes, what I'm wearing or what I've eaten has nothing to do with it. Sometimes those days are ones filled with random acts of kindness, a little extra sunshine, a good run in the park, or a late night pub-sit with my friend Ben. It's all good. :)
But thanks for checking in. I appreciate it. :)
And, P.S. which Emily is this?