"You're the biggest offender when it comes to wearing yoga pants. And you're not a stick, you know? You've got some thick thighs on you."
This was a comment made to me today. For the record, I am WELL aware of EXACTLY how much space I take up, how much I weigh, and how small my friends are compared to me. I've been overweight my entire life, teetering on the "obese" line of BMI. I've been teased about it, called names (Ryan Vandegraaf, 7th grade, called me fat in front of the entire class. Not something I'll ever forget) and generally been kept aware that I'm "not a stick" - at 30 years old, this is not something I thought I'd still have to deal with.
Think before you speak. Have some basic level of self-awareness. You want to comment on someone's shape or size? Does it sound like "girllll you look fab!!"? No? Then keep your fucking mouth shut.
We as women struggle enough. If you aren't building your fellow women up, you need to take some time and work on yourself. Worry about yourself before you worry about me. And if you've got these women in your life, the ones who tear you down? Get rid of them. There are plenty of us who'd love to cheer you on.
Helen Foster aka HeleFab comin' atcha!