Originally Posted by
Katrina
I have no regrets telling casual acquaintances that I've had sleeve gastrectomy. You know who I do regret telling? My two real friends. Grrrr! They get on my last damn nerve. Every single time I see them, and thankfully it's not that often, it's "This is my friend Katrina. She had her stomach cut out." "How do you eat so much when you don't have a stomach? You're always eating." This is my best friend. She almost died from gastric bypass, and so did her daughter. Her daughter is brain damaged from it." It never ends. They both do this out loud to their other friends upon introducing me. One of them just did this to me to the bartender at a restaurant this weekend. I find this so incredibly obnoxious. And fuck, I didn't have gastric bypass, so... makes no difference to that dumb twit, but it annoys me. I don't mind people knowing, but it's my story to tell if I want it told. I also don't feel that it is what defines me. I don't feel that is what someone needs to know first about me.
One of the friends is average/small sized and has been my best friend since high school. I love that loud mouth, sharing too much of my business bitch for life. The other friend has been my friend for the last 18 years, and she's a large lady. Yet, "I'm not big enough to have that surgery. " Oh yes you are, honey. I'm just not rude enough to say it to your face. I'll just say it here behind your back because I'm pissed at you and being petty. (Truthful, but petty) ;-)
Ok, I'm finished ranting. I feel better. I know you guys understand.
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