Some people love to be cruel, but I refuse to let them drag me down.
Good morning, friends! I hope this post finds you well and in good spirits. I’m currently trying to turn my morning around. You see, people can be really cruel for no reason. On top of it, I am now waiting for the results from my thyroid biopsy.
As we all know, since the beginning of the World Wide Web, we’ve had trolls. They lurk in the comment section of all online publications and social media.
They are everywhere.
I had a post that I didn’t expect to see popularity, well, find popularity. Of course, it had to be the one time I chose to post a full-body image of myself.
Can you see where this is going?
It all started because I had my biopsy yesterday and wanted to share a dress I found at the store afterward.
I Have Been Informed That This Is Not A Dress. It Is A Four Person Tent.
The stupid hate remarks about my size hurt just enough to write about it. However, don’t confuse that with emotional crippling. I’m bothered, not broken.
I’m mostly bothered because I spend so much time wanting to spread love into the world that these remarks hit different. There are real people out there who put in a lot of effort just to be cruel because something is so broken inside them that they live by the adage:
“Hurt people, hurt people.”
Another way you might have seen the meaning behind those words is in the phrase, “Misery loves company.” The reality is that some people are so broken that they want to tear others down to make themselves feel better.
Attacking my weight and body shape is the only way they could build themselves up. If that is my only major flaw, I call that a win.
I adore my boyfriend, though. I told him it bothered me. My crying accidentally woke him this morning when I saw the comments. More specifically, the four-person tent remark. Leaving for work, he gives me a big hug and goes:
“It’s okay. You’re my four person tent!”
I had a good laugh. We joked that we might be able to fit four copies of his granddaughter in the dress. Maybe 2-3 copies of her mother. I told him that I could always get a bigger dress and maybe fit both of us in one.
If you haven’t guessed, turning negative remarks into humor helps me cope with hurtful situations.
Here is the thing, though…
I can fix fat. I can lose weight and have the lipedema surgically removed.
They have deep emotional and moral issues that are unlikely to be repaired. My problem is cosmetic. Their problem sinks right to the core. I spread love, and they spread hate.
At the end of the day, I am more beautiful for who I am. Fat can be fixed, but that form of ugliness is beyond skin deep.
It is something I have to remind myself all too often.
The Biopsy Is Done, And Now I Await The Results.
Yesterday was my thyroid biopsy. It went well. Something is unnerving about having a needle pushed into your neck, though. I had to close my eyes for the entire procedure.
ℹ️ The thyroid ultrasound was previously mentioned here.
It was even worse when I found out that they were taking four samples, though. I just kept my eyes closed and let them do their thing. The doctor did a good job numbing the area effectively, and there was almost no pain.
I was told that the results from the thyroid biopsy will be back by the end of this week or early next week. All I really want is not to worry about it on my birthday. If it isn’t back this week, I hope it waits until after Monday!
I will make sure to share once I know the results from the biopsy, though.
It Is That Time…
That time when I am tired of writing and ready to move on to some morning relaxation. I mean, I think I deserve a moment of peace, especially after waking up at 4 am and crying over a stupid remark.
May you all have a beautiful day and get to enjoy some sun. Until next time!
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