Fat girl on skates, day 3

[nilchance]

Interesting thing happened yesterday. I was skating, trying to get my balance. It's still a precarious exercise, my arms flung out while I lurch and wobble and nearly take T down, but I'm getting better. Getting braver. So I'm doing my thing and hit a sidewalk crack and bam, I go down on my hip/lower back. I'm fine, just rattled, but I hear from the house three doors down, "ohhh, she went down on her ASS!"

Apparently I had an audience, who was telling people inside his house that some chick was... idk, acting the fool? But it threw me out of my headspace. I got back up (which T thinks was impressive to the peanut gallery), did a few more rounds of skating and went back inside to eat dinner.

Anonymous commentary shouldn't rattle me. I've learned not to care what people on the street or readers on the 'net might think, but the skating thing is too new and too tender. I don't know why I'm doing this, when I've never been a skater and I'm out of shape and in my head and in pain, but I can't quit now. I won't let myself quit now.

Comments

[katzb101]

Something about wanting to do it maybe?

I actually got out and walked for the first time this morning in maybe a month or so. Simply cause some git in a white van had the gall to make a rude comment.

Ugh... I shouldn't let people get to me.

And neither should you.

*hugs*