I received three comments yesterday that stuck out in my head. One I think was a compliment, one I'm not sure about, and the last was definitely an insult.
I was wearing a red headband, a red flower pin (my great-grandmother's - all my pretty jewelry once belonged to her), and red bracelets. One of the guys at work asked if I was also wearing red shoes.
"No, I have a pair, but its not a high heel." He then asked why it needed to be. "Because I'm so skinny, my pants are drooping and I need the heel to keep them from dragging the ground."
I can say this to him, because he knows first hand how insecure I really am. One day after work, his comments caused me to cry and go all evening without dinner. He knows when I say I'm skinny I really don't believe it.
Another one of the guy at work told me yesterday that I was looking "Betty Boopish". Its gotta be better than the Minnie Mouse comments I got when I wore that red and black polka dotted shirt. Still, is being compared to a cartoon character with an annoyingly high voice a good thing?
Then finally my insult of the day - at lunch I ran 4.2 miles in 45:30. I was incredibly proud of myself, that's maintaining my average speed but increasing my distance. My new MP3 player helped - the music kept me from getting too sluggish towards the end of the run.
When I got back into work however, I was told that I "run like a grannie".
But ya know, even that wasn't enough to kill the running buzz I had. I think I'm officially addicted to running. On tap for tomorrow, interval training.
Also, I'm very proud of myself for not letting her comments affect me more than they did. There was a time in my life a comment like that would have made me give up completely.
As for my outfit today, I'm dressed head to ankle in cotton candy pink (sorry, I had to go with black shoes). Wonder what character I'll be compared to today?