Skinny B*tch!
I reiterated this story at a support group meeting last night, and got such a good response, I thought I'd share it here also.
I work in NYC, and do the usual "harried NY strut" on the way back to Port Authority during rush hour each night. One evening last week as I was making my way to the bus, I tripped over some imaginary item on the sidewalk, and stumbled rather hard into the large lady walking in front of me. As I attempted to make my apologies, she yelled -- "Watch where you're going, you skinny *****!"
I'm sure she did not understand my broad smile and my subsequent laughter in response!!!!
Who ever thought I would be called a skinny *****!!!!
Hugs,
Nannette