Bony Little Thing
Last night at practice we were doing a hitting drill.
I went in with a shoulder to another girl.
This is what she said…
“Damn, girl… you’re a bony little thing”
That, I must say, is a fairly astonishing thing to hear.
For someone who spent her whole life being chubby, then fat, then morbidly obese, then chubby again.
Weird, unexpected, odd-like.
But these people have not known me for long. They do not know the history of me or my life. They do not know that person.
The SB tells me I am skinny all the time… but he’s the husband, that’s his job.
To have some random person say something like that… like you would say to any normal non-obese person… just hit me like a hammer.
She has no idea.