Have you noticed....

 Oh...  They were just trying to help you to some D_CK.   Didn't you get the memo?

My gawd, yes.  I guess they looked at the 300 pound me and said that heffa is on her own.  Shady ragamuffins. 

LOL @ Terri Shady ragamuffins.

When I first begin to lose weight I used to get mad about it.  I would say to myself why weren't you doing offering help before or why didn't you notice me before.  I finally had to realize that they were entitled to their preference/choice.  It will get to you because even now it bothers me from time to time.  But I have come to realize that I am the same person on the inside as I was before  and it took me losing weight for them to recognize my outer beauty as well. 

Faith, that's how I am...I get all mad. I'm like I need your help!! You wasn't trying to help me when I was 300+ and could barely drag myself around much less pick up a box. But your right everyone is entitled to their preference...BUT DANG A GENTLEMAN SHOULD BE A GENTLEMAN AT ALL TIMES!!

It's so true. Heck they beating me to the door. Like MM says they trying to see if they can get lucky at some point. Then they follow you in the store and tell you how attractive you are and all that BS. I just say thank you and move right along. You gets nothing.

there was actually something done on TV were a very pretty female wore a fat suit and was at the market dropping stuff and whatever and nobody helped and then she went in without the suit and men and even women helped her...A mess.

I SHOW CHIVALRY REGARDLESS OF THE SIZE OF A WOMAN. REAL TALK

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Yesterday I was just thinking sort of the same thing.  I park in a garage adjacent to my building.  So, I have to use a series of elevators to get to my office.  Now, the 320 lb me couldn't get anybody to let me walk on/off the elevator first or any help with a door.  Well, my husband, my knight in shining armor always treats a lady right, but the bums downtown, not so much.  Now, 88 lbs less of me and a sista is getting more help than she needs.  At the grocery store last week, a dude walked off from his wife and kids to speak and help-- and my husband was with me!  It was kind of Twilight Zonish, really.