I receive the occasional out-of-the-box event invite. A little removed from the normal invites I get, generally related to food or travel, but it is very rare. A few weeks ago one such invite popped into my inbox to the launch of a plus size fashion label, Belle Curve.
My first instinct was to blurt out, “Oh damn, the world knows I am fat!” Which really isn’t something I hide. If you Google me you will find photos of me on the interwebs, I don’t hide my face on the blog, nor do I shy away from publicity photos at events. No secrets here.
I prefer to use the word curvy, others would use words such as fat, obese or even whale. The older I get, the taunts seem to get less and less, but only as recently as a couple of years ago I was yelled at across a park about my size, and not in a nice way. You don’t expect it, and it really does shake you. Ahhhh yes, humans, such a lovely species.
As you get older your skin gets thicker. Sure it hurts when somebody directly attacks you about your size, and yes I have cried on the odd occasion. These days most people I met face to face have only nice things to say about me, what they say behind my back, to be quite frank, who knows or cares.
Generally my readers send emails and comments filled with lovely general discussions, or they want to debate about something I have written. That’s okay, I like that, and am completely open to people challenging me. When they attack me on my physical appearance, then that hurts and of course those comments never see the light of day.
But let’s get back to the invite I received. After the initial split second ‘they know’ thoughts. I had a chuckle to myself. As I said, no mystery I am a curvy girl. I actually put the following status update on my personal Facebook profile;
“It’s official I’m fat (yah, I already knew), but it seems that I am now not only on food PR and travel PR lists, I have now officially made the ‘we know she’s fat’ list and got myself invited to my first plus size fashion launch. #nevereatingagain”. Read more →