fatbrat:

fuckyeahchubbygirls:

The other evening my fiance’ took me out to dinner, for our four year anniversary, to a small little country kitchen we have been wanting to try for a while. When our waitress seated us, she suggested to my fiance’ the new strawberry lemonade they had and the porter house steak, then she turned to me and suggested the lite strawberry lemonade and their fresh garden salad with light dressing. I could tell by her tone and the way she looked at me, she was judging me by my weight. We gave our drink orders in which we both just ordered a Coca-Cola and browsed the menu. When she returned to table with our drinks, we told her we needed a bit more time. As we were finally settled in our options, we shot the covers of our straws at each other and took sips of our soda. Mine tasted sort of off, a super sweet that you could tell wasn’t a regular cola sweet, I had Eric taste it and he told me “I think the waitress gave you diet coke.” This made my heart sink and made me feel embarrassed. He told me not to think anything of it, that she probably got the drink orders mixed up with the other couple who came in at the same time as us. When she came to the table to get our orders she kept recommending vegetable dishes to me and pretty much suggested that I not get what I had ordered because I was fat. Eric caught on to what she was doing and went to speak to a manager about getting us a new waitress. The manager apologized to us and offered the meal to be on the house. We thanked him and waited for our food to come to us. I got up to go outside to make a phone call and as I walked outback I could hear that same waitress on the side of the building making fun of me and laughing about how she kept suggesting vegetable dishes to me. Then she said “I can’t believe he is with her, I don’t see how she hasn’t eaten him yet or killed him during sex. I bet she eats her entire meal, eats part of his and still orders dessert.” I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, I felt so fat and ugly. I didn’t understand how one person who didn’t know me could tear me down so bad. I went inside with my head down, hiding my tears, and asked my fiance’ if we could just go home. The manager over heard me crying silently to Eric about everything the waitress said about me, that he came over and apologized to me.  He gave a table in the back room to enjoy our dinner in peace and I knew he had a reason behind doing so because his office was right beside the private room and we could hear him yelling at her that her time as a waitress at his restaurant was over and that she was so low in her doing. 

I ate in silence with my fiance’, every bite felt like sand in mouth. I had lost my appetite and felt so low about myself. I felt embarrassed for the first time in our relationship to eat in front of him. He came over, sat beside me and hugged me. He told me “Weight is just a number, my love for you is infinite. At the end of the day, you are better than that girl. You are better in your looks, your heart and your career. I think you are absolutely stunning and question why you are with me sometimes. I am one goofy looking bastard but you love me for me and think I am an incredibly handsome fellow. I think you are one gorgeous lady and I wanted tonight to be special because you deserve the world.”

I realize now that girl must have been super insecure about herself to pick on me. I am beautiful and so are you ladies.