I silently mutter encouragement to ppl at the gym who look like they are really struggling, for whatever reason. Can't imagine actually saying anything negative. Astonishingly rude.
'Potential'
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in slightly related news: i took a belly dancing class last night (immediately before my hula hooping class...sort of as a warm up) for the first time which was super fun. I was praised for my excellent shimmy. Yes, my wide hips and soft belly are perfect for something! It was guiltily gratifying to be clearly excelling over the skinny ladies in the class who had been enough times to develop wardrobes but couldn't move their hips or get a gratifying hip scarf jingle. Guilty because i was judging them for being skinny. Gratifying because i can be just a wee bit competitive when it comes to anything dance-related and am always uber conscious of usually being the roundest person in the room.
While I feel very uncomfortable during shopping for very different reasons (supermarkets are symbols of death. Too much critical sociology, I know) I cannot believe the rude people are! I can't imagine commenting on other people's choices or make faces at them. And that's coming from an Israeli.
Oh, and thanks for the ice cream, y'all. Got new boots!
Why would ANYONE make negative comments about anyone of any size doing something healthy like exercising?
No kidding. Quite apart from never speaking ill to strangers who are not hurting anyone being a thing...if you actually have the brainspace to negatively judge someone else's choices, wouldn't you want to be supportive.
Of course, shut the hell up is always a better option.
Why would ANYONE make negative comments about anyone of any size doing something healthy like exercising?
Not a good idea to tear down someone who's at least making an effort. As for criticizing what's in the grocery cart, only a good friend who's expressing concern for my welfare even has a chance of getting away with it.
In jr high a 'friend' of mine shouted at a jogger, "Keep running, honey!" I never spoke to her again.
We have a seasonal jogging surge around here several times per year. I will occasionally murmur a 'great job' to a struggling passerby. Mostly, I show my respect for the effort by briskly getting out of the way.
I read this column in Newsweek last year and it was inspiring.
supermarkets are symbols of death.
??? I don't get this.