Today’s writing prompt from the Daily Post at WordPress:
Why, Thank You?
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve.
My mother and sister have what would be called a slim body type. I, on the other hand, have hips that I’ve inherited from long line of sturdy women. Even when I’m trim and in shape, my hips make me appear a little heavier that I really am. When I put on a few pounds, I always look a lot heavier than I really am.
When my sister and I were growing up, she could always wear the latest, most popular style of jeans. I, on the other hand, always had a struggle because if a pair of jeans fit my hips, they were far too big for my waist. It was a real challenge for me to find clothes that fit right, which did nothing but make me think I was fat. The equation in my head was that if I was fat and couldn’t wear cool clothes, then I couldn’t be cool. With their arrogant sense of thinness, my sister and mother didn’t help matters at all. Now when I look at old photos of me when I was younger, I can hardly believe that I thought I was overweight. If my younger self could have seen me now, she would have known what overweight really looks like!
A few years ago, I had been very ill and lost so much weight that I looked far too thin. The upside was that when I started to get back on my feet, I looked slimmer than I ever had before. I really enjoyed my new look.
When I finally felt well enough to travel, I took a trip to visit my sister. I was having a wonderful time and couldn’t help but feel good that I was trim like my sister and could wear skinny jeans too.
My sister and I were sitting in her livingroom one day during my trip and we were discussing my weight loss. She looked at me, sizing me up. She said, “I have some jeans you might like that you can have. With all the pounds you’ve lost, I’m sure they’ll fit.” She went to her clothes closet and returned with three pair of jeans that looked brand new. I said, “These are in good shape, are you sure you want to give them away?” She replied, “Oh, they don’t fit anymore. I wore them when I was pregnant.”
Really? She’s such an ass.
Here’s another ass story.
A couple of years ago my uncle gave me a call and thanked me for putting flowers on my grandmother’s grave on her birthday. He told me, “You’re always so thoughtful about those kind of things.” The truth was that I hadn’t been the person who had been so thoughtful. However, when he thanked and complimented me, I didn’t tell him that I wasn’t the one that left the flowers, that actually it must have been one of my cousins who had. I simply glossed over the compliment by saying, ” I sure miss grandma.”
I’m such an ass.