Seeing ourselves how we want to be seen and how we wish to be seen is a right that is rarely given us in real life. Many people are unfortunately forced to endure insults and snide glances solely based on how they look. And one of those people is an American woman named Brynne Huffman.
One day, she put on a pair of denim shorts and a blouse and went out to do her daily errands. She ended up in a line, where she had a conversation with a nice woman in front of her. The conversation was pleasant and the woman even gave her a compliment.
Elated by the fine words, Brynne complimented the woman behind her in line—but then she heard something she didn’t expect. The strange woman praised Brynne for her hairstyle, but then she decided to completely condemn her choice of shorts.
Brynne was rightly annoyed, so she decided to write a thoughtful post on Facebook about people giving themselves the right to judge others. Her post now is spreading like wildfire and has been shared over 74,000 times and liked by over 200,000 people in just one day.
Read her post below and please help share her amazing words when you’re done.
“Today I put on a pair of mid-thigh denim shorts, a flowy white blouse, flip flops and left the house to run a couple errands.
Let me pause for a moment to tell you it took some courage to both purchase and wear said shorts because my legs, while tan from swimming and muscular from dancing, are (1) not where I would like them to be and (2) are not up traditional beauty standards (read: Photoshopped) because cellulite.
My second errand of the morning was a drop off at the UPS store. I stood in line between two women. Woman #1 in front of me was about sixty. As I took my place in line behind her, she smiled and complimented me on my tan and my hair. We chitchatted about the weather and children until it was her turn at the counter.
It the spirit of paying it forward, I turned to Woman #2 behind me and smiled. Woman #2 was probably about 30-35, very attractive, about a size 8, wearing a shirt that says “COEXIST.”
She says: “Your hair really is amazing. ::cocks head to side:: “You should probably rethink the shorts though.”
Yeah. Read that again.
My face instantly flushes, not out of embarrassment but anger. No, not anger. Rage. This as my head slowly tilts to the side. If you’ve seen me really angry you know what I mean.
My fists clenched up. I know this because I felt my nails digging into my palms. So many things ran through my head. Because I don’t have time to get arrested today, what came out was this:
“You should probably rethink your shirt.”
I turned around and ignored her until I left the store. I wanted to say more but was afraid, of all things, that I would start crying. All I wanted to do was go home and change my clothes. And THAT made me angry.
Gender doesn’t matter.
Race doesn’t matter.
Religion doesn’t matter.
Sexual orientation doesn’t matter.
Apparently fat matters.
And I’ll go a step further and say it especially seems to matter as an actress. Matters more than talent. Than attitude. Than pretty much anything else. Because fat girls are not believable heroines, ingenues, or objects of sexual desire. But that’s a whole other post.
Plus sized doesn’t necessarily mean unhealthy.
Plus sized doesn’t necessarily mean lazy.
Plus sized doesn’t mean ugly or undesirable or untalented or uncoordinated or LESS. THAN. HUMAN.
You might have an issue with my body. I don’t. And I’ve worked very hard past judgmental family and friends, past divorce, past depression to NOT have an issue with my body.
Women. Do not tear each other down.
Celebrate each other.
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