Recently, my friend, Britni, suggested that she might soon do a post about how women are treated by documenting any and all instances of un-friendly behavior she notices in one 24-hour period.
I replied that I ought to do the same, but focusing on how overweight women are treated.
For the most part, I'm not treated too horribly. I don't have men falling at my feet declaring their undying love, but most of the time, if I make eye contact, a guy will give it right back, and at least be polite. I have found a smile goes a long way.
Today, however, I had an interesting experience while going to the gym. I walked over from my apartment, and as I approached the main entrance, there were two young men (possibly teenagers, or early 20s at the most) walking in ahead of me. They both turned around and saw me behind them.
I have a habit of checking around me and behind me so that I never slam a door in someone's face. I don't go out of my way to hold it, but if someone's nearby, I'll pause, and 98% of the time, they speed up a little, smile, and say, "Oh, thanks!"
98% of the time at the gym, people do the same for me.
To these young men, however, I was invisible. All 197 pounds of me (weighed in today), not visible to these self-absorbed idiots. I was ready for it, but still a teensy bit shocked when wham! --the second one let the door close in my face. I caught it before it shut entirely, smiled and said, "Oh, thank you!"
He turned around, looking surprised. I smiled veerrrry sweetly and walked right by him, getting to the check-in counter before he could.
Hopefully, he learned his lesson. ; )
I'm still chuckling.