Fat and Old are one in the same...

I would consider today a pretty good day...with the exception of the last 20 minutes of my school day. One of my students was talking about how his mom is a "young mom". I don't know how I ended up in the conversation, nor do I know how the conversation got to where it did...but here is a snippet of what I'd like to hope would completely horrify his parents...

Student: Mrs. Mays, my mom is probably younger than you.
Me: What makes you think that?
Student: (as he lowers his tone) She must be younger because she's not as FAT as you are.
Me: ::speechless::

I did not know how to respond and the students around him just dropped their jaws. Later on, the same student comes to my desk...

Student: You look just like my grandma.
Me: How do we look alike?
Student: Well, you don't have the same hair and you don't have the same face. She wears different clothes...but you have the same skin.

Let's just say I was far from flattered. A double whammy insult. I know this may all sound ridiculous, especially coming from an adult, but my overly emotional self got her feelings hurt today. I've been so excited over this week's 2lb weight loss and the fact that more of my clothes are getting comfortable again. I have always battled my weight and I took care to not over gain during my pregnancy. I lost my baby weight quickly as I was nursing but as my supply diminished the pounds began coming back. I've been working on trying to get this off. I've been dealing with a lot when it comes to being okay with the skin that I'm in and I took comments about my "huge" status during pregnancy with a grain of salt. I guess between the hormones, the lack of restful sleep, and my current self perception, his comments just added salt to the wound.

Of course times like this are when Satan steps up to the plate and hits you while you're down. On the way home I could not help but wonder if that is what people really think of me, just have enough courtesy not to say it out loud. Deep down I do not believe this to be true and I know lies from the pit are being pelted at me left and right as I try to regain some self confidence. I refuse to believe I am a "fat old lady" at the age of 28. "Out of the mouth of babes" has a whole new meaning.

It also got me thinking about how kids will just say what comes to mind. No. Filter. I can only hope and pray that we'll be able to teach G courtesy and tact at an early age.

I suppose I'll now go tend to my wounds and spend the last few minutes of the evening with my hubby...good thing there is no ice cream in the house.