I went walking this morning, and passed a house that was for sale. Hanging on the for sale sign that bears the realtor’s name, it says “I’m Gorgeous Inside!!” I looked at the outside of the house, which was rather plain. I suppose they’re trying to catch buyers’ attention who wouldn’t normally give the house a second look. “Hey! Don’t let the outside fool you! I really am beautiful inside! Give me a chance!”
I must admit. I can sympathize with the house. Sometimes I feel like shouting to people, “But I’m gorgeous INSIDE!”
One of those times was this past weekend. I’ve managed to gain about 5 lbs on vacation, and certain clothes don’t look as good on me as they used to. We were going to a wedding rehearsal for some dear friends, and I wanted to be cute and comfortable, so I wore a “flowy” top. It was actually snug-ish on top (showing lots of cleavage) and then right under the boobs, it flared out a bit. I wore it with a fitted skirt. Well, TWO women asked me if I were pregnant. Actually, they didn’t ask. They stated it, as if it were known fact.
The first time it happened, I politely smiled and said that no, I wasn’t expecting. It stung, but I tried not to let it get me too down. When it happened a second time, however, it was much harder to be so gracious. My husband kept insisting that it wasn’t me, it was “the shirt.” It probably was, but it didn’t help. I still felt terrible.
The icing on the cake was the groom’s father letting me know how youthful my husband looks, and how although I age, he doesn’t. He actually said that. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt my feelings, but they hurt nonetheless.
I went home that night feeling very down. I let the comments really get under my skin and make me feel bad, when I should have just shouted, “But I’m gorgeous inside!!”