Saturday, March 5, 2011

Am I really that stupid?

Let me begin by telling you that I have never been a "thin" girl. Yes, I stand at a towering 5 foot and 3/4 inches, but I have to use both my fingers and my toes when I count the amount of guys who have told me that I'm a thick girl, as if they were paying me a compliment. I am small though... I will own up to that, only because my entire life my dad has pounded the saying "Dynamite comes in small packages." into my head. Which is probably the reason behind my urge to completely explode when people walk up to me and say "Wow, you are short."

... Oh really? That's weird, because when I woke up this morning I could have swore I was at least normal people size.

So last weekend, when I took a road trip with a girl friend to support her as she auditioned for "The Biggest Loser" competition, you would think that I was anxiously anticipating that "fish out of water" feeling. 

But, I honestly didn't know what to expect, I never really thought too much about it because I am not the kind of person who only enjoys the company of others if they fit into the popular mold of how a beautiful person should look. I was raised to get to know people and judge them by their character, not their looks. So, going into this situation, I didn't ever consciously think about feeling uncomfortable or out of place.

But my friend had been curiously wondering how the scene of the auditions would look. I felt absolutely awful when I couldn't help but laugh as she revealed that she had only asked me to come and be her moral support because I was small and she envisioned that upon our arrival, we would encounter thousands of overweight people vigorously sprinting, as best they could, to the front of the line. And she figured that I would have a greater advantage, since I'm a little person. She didn't realize that I get winded when I walk up the stairs too quickly.

She was also completely shocked when I began packing us a brown paper bag, full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Cheez-its, and other various goodies before we embarked on our journey. To me, this action of preparation is routine, because in my family, we eat every 2 hours on road trips, or we don't arrive to our destination in whole people pieces.

So as we sat, waiting for her to get called in, it took me no time at all to begin stuffing my face with food from my magical Mary Poppins lunch bag. Suddenly, I began to sweat. And it wasn't because of the rate at which I was devouring the Cheez-its. It was because I could feel thousands of eyes glued to me as I ate. But I ignored this, and the scarfing kept on.

We had been sitting for a good 3 hours when people came around and assigned everyone numbers, telling them the spot in which they would be called in to audition. So we decided to go walk around and explore the casino that the auditions were held in. As we rose from our seats, we looked at each other, knowing that we were thinking the same thought. We had multiple bags, coats, and other crap that we didn't even need and we didn't want to load up and carry it with us as we walked around. However for fear that it would get stolen by the strangers sitting around us, we decided to take everything with us, as we set out on our adventure.

... everything except the bag of food I packed.

Now... need I remind you that we were waiting in line for auditions for "The Biggest Loser" competition?

Hello?! The food should have been the first thing on my mind as I considered whether or not the people surrounding me were trustworthy...

1 comment:

  1. I can't even leave a bag of food in my own house without it getting taken.


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