We all need reassurance :)

The other day, we had an event. I volunteered for it, and was put in charge of merchandising.

They gave out t-shirts. I originally requested L size, but figured that since I lost weight recently, I’d try the M size.

The guy’s first comment was, ‘I don’t think you can fit that’.

I laughed along, but man that was painful. And this wasn’t like a friendly ‘haha I’m only telling you that because I love you’. This was a bitchy remark. And I laughed along.

So I said, whatever, I don’t care what you said, give me M size anyway, let ME see if it’ll fit me or not (pretty proud of this moment, to be honest).

I put it on. It fits perfectly. I look pretty good in it, too, but my self-esteem had plummeted.

Throughout the night, I sneaked bathroom breaks just to check if I look okay. Checked my hair. Makeup. Made sure that my shirt still fits alright.

It wasn’t until this cleaner lady came in and saw me and said I look beautiful, several times, until I feel better about myself. I kept saying, ‘no, please don’t say that’, and I was embarrassed like hell, but I really, really, REALLY appreciated and needed that.

Guess next time someone comments on my size, I’ll just shrug and say ‘at least I’m tall’. You mess with my weakness, I’ll mess with yours. And Asians have HUGE height complex.