I have always been a “tall girl” I hit 5’10 in high school, towering above the boys who were still deep in puberty. Tall, and (when I was a teen) skinny. Even now, with a new love of hard cider, my tall frame is kind to my weight.
And despite my slim hips, I was consistently called BIG.
Now, they might have meant “big up and down” and not “big around”, but to my ears, I heard “big everywhere”
Luckily, it never left any lasting damage and I will still wander about in a bikini, despite the extra couple I am carrying around with me. I have pretty good self esteem and accept my body and all it’s normallness.
But I am hypersensitive to the word BIG, and if I hear it, my hairs stand on end and I throw my shoulders back ready for confrontation.
And it is exactly the same as I feel about the word LUCKY. . . . CONTINUE READING