Last week, I decided to go down to an outdoor pavilion to eat my lunch and knit on my shawl. When walking back to the office, I passed three men, that may or may not be homeless. They smiled and said “Hello” and “Good Morning.” I smiled back and said, “Hello.” I was about ten feet away from these men, one of whom had some obvious signs of glaucoma, when I heard, “No Nutri-System for you. Uhh-huh. You look good the way you are.” I turn back to look at them. I hear, “Girl…you don’t need no SlimFast. You look good, yea. ”
I thought about yelling back, I’m five months pregnant, but figured it really didn’t matter.
A few more steps down the sidewalk, another man walks by and says, “You have a pretty smile.” I said thank you. At least that was a nicer compliment. I guess the other one was good, but just made me remember that my backside is widening and I’m getting plumper everyday. At least a few people find me attractive, even if they are homeless men that hang out at the park. Sigh.