What’s Good For The Goose…

This kills me.

For any of you who might have a hard time understanding my point, compare it to this:

It’s college graduation day and there you are with well-deserved and earned smiles wide and proud because; YOU DID IT! Those long nights of studying, tough exams, no sleep for 3 days every few months because you had to finish that term paper, walking to class in sub-zero temps or drenched from rain because you don’t have a car and 4 straight years of eating nothing but microwave mac and yack and ramen noodles because holy sh*t how were you ever going to repay all these college loans?

You get your diploma and are flying high. Later that day someone says to you; “You are so lucky.”

You then want to punch them in the face because you wonder if by lucky they mean being broke as a joke for 4 years and beyond, exhausted, stressed, confused, working your a** off, trying to understand how to live on your own without mom and dad and all those other things that come for so many people who chose to do something like earning an education to try and make a better life.

Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel when people make the skinny comments to me often. Funny thing is, I am not even that skinny, in fact, according to health news and some research I have done I am actually over weight by a few pounds for my height. (I am 5′ 3″ and currently around 128lbs.) I guess the majority of the population is so obese that someone my size seems skinny. That’s insane.

On days like this one when I drag my “skinny” ass out of bed by 6am so I have enough time to run my morning hills and stairs before speeding to an early morning work meeting, then to get a gazillion things done in the office, then after work do something like meet a friend for a trail run or do sets of push-ups, crunches, etc. so that when I sometimes eat those things that maybe aren’t the healthiest ever or drink a beer I won’t become as huge as a house or my heart won’t fail by the age of 40, maybe I forget how “lucky” I am to be so “skinny” because I am too exhausted to think about it.

If busting your ass at things and trying to maintain, being honest, dealing with the garbage that life often drops in your lap and owning your past, your demons and keeping a positive attitude through it all makes you “lucky”, then slap me silly I am one lucky chick. 

I am so lucky that I don’t want anyone to be surprised if I start responding to rude and assumptive comments people make with something along the lines of; “Yep, you’re right. I can eat this triple chocolate cake and love every minute of it. Sorry if you feel bad about yourself and are somehow jealous of me because you are fat and I am not. I have earned every once of my “skinny” and I don’t feel bad about it one bit.”

…is good for the gander- right?

The truth is not mean. It’s the truth.