She's so Skinny!

I was at Wal Mart with my daughter trying to spend her Christmas money a week ago or so. Her sno-globe had broken and she wanted a new one. Well, it was her money, so guess she can have one if she wanted it. Anyway, we were looking around the store when an older woman saw Sam and me walk by. I think Sam's size startled her.

She did a double take and said, “She's so skinny!”

“Yes she is,” I said dismissively.

“I mean she's skinny!” Like I hadn't understood it the first time.

“She has a disease,” I said as dismissively as I had the first time.

The lady just stared at her and then at me. I'm sure the fact that I'm overweight didn't help things. She probably thought I starved my daughter or something. I don't know. As awkward as our conversation had already been, it was made even worse by the fact that she just wouldn't walk away. Finally, in as much of an act of desperation as anything, I started to walk away with Sam. The lady turned and left as well.


Ma'am, my daughter has cystic fibrosis. It's a fact of life, at least for her. I'm happy if she gains any weight at all. Thank you kindly for not staring at us like we're aliens.