"Just so you know? those run really small. I mean, really, really tiny."
It didn't hit me until after the fact that this sales associate was actually insulting me. But I walked away from the bin of work out shorts feeling totally defeated, and nothing short of a massive giant blob that had no right shopping in her store.
I felt horrible for the rest of the afternoon. But mostly because I'd let what she said get to me and ruin my anniversary date with Bryan.
But sometime during Mission Impossible 3, I realized that I was okay. I am okay with who I am, in fact, I'm quite pleased with who I am. I may have taken a blow to my self esteem, but nobody else can define me. This is the year to live my life as the person I've always dreamed I could be. I don't have to apologize for who I am, what size I wear, what store I want to shop in, or what I wear.
I'm sure this girl didn't even realize what she said or how it affected me, but in a way I'm thankful for the experience because it made me stronger.
Besides Bryan said I looked really, really good and that's the only other approval I really need. <3