Tw weight issues, postpartum....
Scene: artsy, order at counter cafe type place
Characters: me, Mr. Carbs, baby Carbs, and some random dude
Random Dude (cafe employee): number 72? Here are you sandwiches!
Me, Mr. Carbs: (digging into said sandwiches) thanks!
Dude: oh, she is so cute! And I see you are going all in, getting it over with (gestures to my stomach)
Me: .... (smiling awkwardly)
Dude: my girls are five years apart, they barely acknowledged one another when they we’re little, having them close together is nice
Me: (staring at him nodding, realizing he thinks im pregnant)...... giggles awkwardly
Mr. Carbs: (staring at me, not sure what to do).....
Dude: okay enjoy,!
Me: (dies, slowly eats sandwich full of self hate and eyes full of tears)
Humiliation Part Two
Characters: me, driver
Scene: A week later, outside my local market basket. The wind is blowing ferociously, I have a cart full of groceries. There’s a nor’easter here. Suddenly, a gust of wind flies open my notebook I use for lists, stuff goes everywhere. I’m crossing to the parking lot, but stop short, very flustered, thereby causing a driver a minor inconvenience.
Driver: beeps aggressively
Me: (flustered movements)
Driver: (rolls down window, angry)
Me: sorry! Things were flying away!
Driver: you can’t fly away! You’re a biiiiiiigg woman.
Me: what the fuck?
Driver: (speeds away)
Fuck my life.