1. Being honest about your feelings.
It’s kind of nice down here, where the haters hate — quiet, too. But mostly calming, with the knowledge that there’s nowhere else to go but up.
If a size 16 wants to wear a crop top, who actually cares? Is it really affecting your life if another woman is wearing something that you don’t think is putting her curves on perfect display?
But what stings more is receiving an absurd, wimpy excuse with a subtext that clearly reads “Thanks but no thanks, I just don’t like you, and I’m a great big wimp who is afraid to verbalize my real feelings.”
I was leading a group of young girls through a yoga flow that proved to be far beyond most of their capabilities.
When you don’t love someone, you just don’t. And there is no way to soften that, or make it sound better, or provide any kind of runner-up consolation prize that isn’t a complete slap in the face.
But, of course, she was my mom and a woman and the thought of being taught to fight by my mom who was also a woman was basically mortifying to the point of pain. Like, I would rather have gone to school naked, or swallowed fire, or died.