You know, sometimes it's hard to get over things that people say, even if they really have the best intentions when they say them.
When my dad was here on Tuesday, he made a comment about how "I better lose weight". Of course, as I usually do, I laughed it off and said I know. At the time, I didn't really think much of it. I mean, he didn't say it in a mean way. He didn't say it in front of anyone. And I know that he wasn't trying to make me feel bad about it. But I KNOW this already!
But later on, what he had said came back to me. And it started to sting. I started to think about how he ALWAYS has something to say about my weight when he sees me. Sometimes he'll politely say, "You lost some weight." and I'll say NO, because I don't think I have lost any noticeable weight in 2 years.
Years ago, when I got honey blond highlights, I thought I was the cutest thing in GA. He let me know how much he hated it every time he saw me.
And I don't think that I can forget the time when I was in my early 20's, a young wife and mother, and he told me that I needed to go in the house and put on some makeup. I didn't even wear make up at that time. Nothing except a little lipstick every now and then.
Okay, that I was a little offended by. I wasn't even allowed to wear make up until I graduated high school, so you mean to tell me that all of a sudden it was that important? Wear makeup just to sit in the house.
I think that my dad has always been a little critical of the way that I look, be it good or bad. He is all comments when I am at my highest, but surely shows disgust when my appearance is less than perfect. But in his usual charming way.
Or perhaps I'm a little sensitive because of my not so perfect figure.....