It's my body and I can cry if I want to

I'm always astounded by people feeling the need to make insinuating comments about my body.

Never would I ever say something to someone about their body. Because it's their body, I don't know anything about their lifestyle or what they're going through. Nor do I care. Your body is your issue and not mine. So why do people feel the need to comment on mine?

So far in this blog I've mentioned the person at GNC, and the person from the diner. Now we have Sephora lady.

Today Paige, Jeff, and I went to Sephora. Paige wants to try this body wrap thing and saw that a product by FatGirlSlim helps. I was looking through the products, because I was interested in a firmer. I used Jergens tanner firmer and was happy with what it did for my upper arms. It's so hot and I don't want to put on full body lotion because you melt.  I thought if I could spot treat it without self tanner that would be awesome.

While we're talking about these products a woman who works at Sephora came over. She asked if we had any questions because she has tried all the products. I asked her about one of the products - it is used to firm up the stomach area, but I wondered if it could be used for arms.

Looking uncomfortable she looked at me up and down and said, "I don't think it's gonna do what you want it to do." I said "Okay..." like maybe it doesn't work for arms. Fine. She continued by insinuating that if I wanted any results that I needed to work out, because bathing in this would not make me skinnier, and that this system was not some quick fix for chubby people. She did this really awkwardly with a lot of judge-y looks and shrugs. I couldn't believe it. I thought maybe I was just being sensitive, so I didn't say anything. She awkwardly left and I turned to Paige and Jeff who had wide eyes and Paige started nervously laughing.

Before I said anything Jeff was like "Oh I got the gist of that, loud and clear."

It's not like I wanted to put it all over my body, go to sleep, and hope that I would wake up as a size 2. I just wanted to firm up the skin on my upper arms in addition to weight training and cardio. But she assumed, just by looking at my body, that I was lazy and wanted a quick fix.

Like really? Why did she feel the need to make me feel bad? I have a mirror. I know what I look like. And I've been struggling with my body image for over a decade. I don't need some witch from Sephora telling me that I need to work out.

I'm upset by this. Walking through Duane Reade afterwards I honestly wanted to cry.

Digression: I had to pick up a bucket for Wall-E. He pees through the bowl I had for him. It's like the potty training stage where he can use the potty, but will have an accident in the bed, but rather than crying to mom he just puts a towel in his bed and goes back to sleep. Leaving me to deal with wet sheets. There's no way he'll have an accident with the bucket. Also they replaced the flooring - it's a completely different color and it's hilar.

Anyway, Duane Reade had beanie babies and I picked up a chubby Meerkat named Burrows. Paige picked up a skinnier Meerkat and was like "Why is this one so much cuter than the one your holding?" I was like "I'M HOLDING THE CHUBBIER EQUALLY CUTE SIBLING AND HIS WEIGHT DOES NOT DEVALUE HIM."

I'm healthy. I exercise frequently. I enjoy myself. Would I love to lose 15lbs? Absolutely. But that's for me to worry about, not for anyone else.