I’ve never had body image issues.
Today, for the first time, someone shouted “she’s fat” across the playground as we were leaving.
The altercation left some stranger judging me when in actuality, if the two women minded their own business, there wouldn’t have been any problem.
I then walked out of the play area as a group of ten year old thugs (yes… young thugs) called me “Karen”…
Because I’m white? As if they understood ANY of what these riots where about? As if they understood the use of the term “Karen” towards someone.
The thickness of disrespect and hate in that area could have cut anyone’s circulation…
I’m feeling all sorts of things about this crap of today!!
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza