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Life is about learning experiences, and exposing yourself to as many different things as you can, and about growing as a person and helping other people grow. That long, run-on sentence is what I want to think about my life when I'm on my deathbed. I want to be able to say to myself, "I did as much as I was able to and I learned all that I could about the world around me."

Monday, June 25, 2018

On other people's opinions of bodies that aren't theirs

I've been trying REALLY HARD to get into online dating because if I want to be in a relationship someday, I need to meet people to date. It's been an adventure, and while some of it has been a GREAT ego boost (like how I've been on 3 First Dates that all ended with guys wanting to take me out again, regardless of whether or not I wanted to see them again lol), some of it has been really really hard.

To minimize the emotional impact it has on me (because socializing is HARD WORK), I have a whole system worked out on Bumble, which is where I do my online dating (I had a few accounts on other free dating sites, including OkCupid, but somehow my experiences on those were almost all terrible, so I was like JUST BUMBLE IT IS). If we match, I send a copy-paste generic message as an opener to break the ice -- and I even state in the message that it's a copy-paste because "coming up with unique icebreakers just to be ignored is kind of exhausting".

The responses to this have been INCREDIBLY INTERESTING. It's ranged from silence or even unmatching, to notes of appreciation or funny jokes, to one guy who read it and immediately asked me to go out with him. Not all the responses are good, not all of them are bad.

One guy, though, chose to respond with "You're too fat to have these messages", which prompted me to reply with a smartass "And you're too much of a rude asshole to get a response after this."


Most people who know me know of my own struggles with my weight and my self-image and my self-esteem, and how it's been (and continues to be) a hugely uphill battle with myself. This stranger managed to hit me right in my Achilles Heel, and on a stronger day it might not have phased me much.

Yesterday, though? I was tired from a long (AND FUN) weekend of hanging out with friends and family, and I was already emotional from PMS-ing, and that comment stung. I CRIED. I cried and then I went to my friends for reassurances and commiserating in what a [bad word] this guy was being, and how I wished I could show his mom what he said to strangers, and how I hoped this wasn't indicative of who he was as a person because that was just sad.

In general, I try to choose kindness. I have moments where I don't succeed in it, usually when I'm tired and my patience has worn thin. There's a lot of truth to the phrase "hurt people hurt people"*, in my opinion.

I'm lucky. When my feelings are hurt like this, I'm usually able to pick myself back up, through my own stubbornness and determination, and because I have people who love me and who will not hesitate to remind me of why. I feel sorry for this random dude that cares so much about the weight of strangers on a dating app that nothing else about the person matters -- especially because I'm kind of great, and a good person, and regardless of my current weight or body shape, he's missing out on someone who puts a lot of effort into making other people happy. I MEAN, I AM ALSO WORKING ON MY OWN HAPPINESS, TOO.

I'm not sure why I'm sharing this. Maybe it's because I think vulnerability builds character, and if it's uncomfortable for me to talk about it usually means (to me) that I should. Maybe it's because a guy asked me recently why my self esteem was so low. Maybe it's because another guy asked me why my initial message to him included the sentence "I'm smart and funny and fat" when "skinny people probably don't say they're smart and funny and skinny" (his words). Maybe it's because I talk a big game about loving and accepting myself, but that's hard to do when complete strangers are so comfortable telling you their thoughts about your body.

Maybe I just want to admit for a second that sometimes I hate what I look like because I have interactions like this and they suck.

I'm just glad that my tears lasted for less than a length of a Boyz II Men song (last night was a 90's R&B slow jam night), and that in the moments when I don't have the mental strength to tell myself (a la Christina Aguilera) YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, I've got people who will remind me until then. And will threaten to hunt the meanies down and punch them in their mean faces (but not actually do it because we do not condone violence).

Other people probably aren't so lucky. This guy probably doesn't have many people feeding him kind words, or maybe I'm just trying to come up with excuses and reasons as to why kindness wouldn't have been his first choice reaction.

*A scene from the new season of Arrested Development has Tobias telling this to Lucille in attempts to make her a better person, and she responds with something like, "Oh I like that" which SURPRISES EVERYONE because I'm sure we were all thinking WHAT Lucille trying to be nice? but then she continues and says, "I usually think 'make people cry, make people cry'" at which point you realize she's completely misunderstood what Tobias was saying lol.

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