A Stranger Made Me Cry

Today we shopped for a birthday present at the Waldorf Children’s Store. As I paid for my purchase, the woman ringing me up asked, “When are you due?”

I smiled and said, “February.”

“Oh my,” she said, as her face registered shock. “Well, the second can get really big really fast. This is your second?”

I was no longer smiling. “Yes, my second.”

“Or…” she paused and looked at me hopefully, “Are you having twins?” She whispered the word “twins.”

“No. I’m not having twins,” I replied, not looking at her. “And thank you for commenting on my size.” I turned away feeling shamed and embarrassed.

She squeeked but didn’t respond with any real words. Maybe I heard an “Oh … I …” Not sure. I walked away, and left the store even though Ian and Lucas were still inside. I think I managed to call to them as I started crying. Sobbing, actually.

People are so thoughtless and cruel. Why do complete strangers think it’s OK to comment on and judge my body. I am not community property!

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