Every once in a while, someone will say something so completely unbelievable tactless that it makes my brain hurt. I admit to doing that to other people on occasion, but I try not to live in the land of foot-in-mouth disease. Other people, I've noticed, don't make such an effort.
I had a male relative comment to me recently that I had lost a substantial amount of weight. Being that I'm happy that he noticed at all, I smiled real big, horsey teeth and all. Then the craziest thing happened. That one little comment morphed into a spiel about how he didn't like fat girls at all and found them completely unattractive. He bragged about how thin his girlfriend is, and said that he didn't understand "chubby chasers" because he couldn't fall in love with a girl whom he found physically revolting due to her weight.
By this time, I was trying very hard to not look at him. I pretended to be unwaveringly focused on washing dishes, even though I felt like my face was practically purple. Wow. Just wow. I have no idea why that would have anything to do with me, but it felt more than a little insulting to link my weight loss and improved fitness with his own desires and disgusts. I think that I may have thrown up a little in my mouth, being that we are closely related.
I will chalk this up to another reason why I am so very blessed to have my husband. He has loved me through thick and thin, whether the circumstances of life or the measurement of my waist. When I was so horrifically depressed and overcome with grief, he never shamed me when he found me mindlessly nibbling and crying. He has looked at me during the best and worst of times, and always found me beautiful- not the least bit repulsive.