I went to the doctor yesterday, Gentle Reader, for an annual checkup, and I was not shamed in any way. There was no shaming of my weight. No shaming of my size. No shaming of my being. I walked away feeling happy and content with my positive doctor experience.
Why is it that people think it’s okay to shame others? I’ve experienced this at the doctor’s, while eating, while shopping, while making groceries. I’ve experienced this shame everywhere I’ve been, and it hurts, Friends, to think that complete strangers not only judge you but tell you about it.
[…] it hurts, Friends, to think that complete strangers not only judge you but tell you about it.
It doesn’t happen to me as much in the Midwest, but it did happen a lot in the South. It’s never happened to me abroad when I’ve traveled to the UK. I don’t know if it’s a cultural difference in the places where I’ve been, or something else. What I do know is this: people have made fun of me, to my face, about what I’ve bought, eaten, worn, etc. And that’s not okay.
Never is that okay.