hello mean girls.

today i had the distinct displeasure of sitting behind these two ladies, in their workout gear, at the restaurant. they were about my age, each carrying a fancy brand bag with their gym bag. i was having a meeting, and they were obviously just done with their gym class, having a little confabulation about the birds and the bees and other tasty morsels of their lives which they felt the other tables around them (ie me) needed to hear. they clearly felt it was okay to talk openly to each other about their various bedroom hygienics (which killed my appetite), and then went on to talk about that friend of theirs who became so fat. and they were quite brutal about it, calling her names and whatnots.i mean, it was just plain mean. they discussed asking her out with them both, so the one who hasn’t seen her girth, can see for herself.

well, at this point i was seething, although it was completely not my business. i had to mentally stop myself from leaning over to tell them off, but self-control prevailed. so as usual, i bite my tongue and imagine what i would do, if i weren’t so humchee. my favourite scenerio, is to walk over, and hold out my phone with this picture on the screen:

carrie blood

“Remember Carrie??”

so after 45 minutes (their conversation went on throughout my meeting), i grind my teeth and say to myself, this has nothing to do with you.

but i look at these girls with their flat stomachs, permed hair in a pony tail, and think, ” you all so mean for what??” if i wanted to be mean, right seriously, here’s the dish: one of them has terrible skin, under her copious layer of foundation. her eyes are too close to each other and her eye brows are misshapen. her mouth is crooked. not to mention, she has boobs, but no figure. and she needs to work on her enunciation. the other one, her ears stick out and she has a cho-pek. (you know, the banana face). She is totally flat, like hello, i dont even see mosquito bumps where mosquito bumps should be. this one has volume control issues. totally skinny, but i guess you can pass off for a really tall 7 year-old. squinty eyes. not a face i will look twice at. why must you be so mean to your fat friend.

i ask myself, when i am out with my girls, are we like that? do we tear another person apart just so we can have a few laughs for ourselves and to make ourselves feel just a little better about ourselves? why are girls always so fixated about the physical appearance? (say i with my newly bleached highlights). i train kids on body esteem. i tell them that there must be a limit to dieting and to exercising, there reaches a point where you must say “i’m fine.” without consulting the weighing machine. but so what, at the end of the day, beauty fades. (dumb, is however, forever). there are bigger things to think about guys. like God saying sorry to Kong Hee.

so before i left, as i bumped my over-sized ass out from between our tables. i said to them “thank you for the entertainment ladies, the whole restaurant who heard you have learnt so much from you”. the table on the right of them laughed out loud.

At the end of the day, what’s left of us is really grace. Grace.


Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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