I hope you understand that everyone has a story and that story is rarely conveyed by what someone looks like.
I am not a big fan of the People of Walmart posts. I love to laugh I just don’t love laughing at people.
If laughing at people is your thing, and sometimes it is hard not to when the person who captions the pictures is hilarious, then feel free to share and re-post all you like. I just can’t join in.
Why do we go out of our way putting so much energy into things that could really hurt someone? Why can’t we put our energy into something that doesn’t show a total lack of compassion? But Hasty…people deserve to be laughed at when they wear ridiculous things out in public!
No, just NO…
They may not fit your idea of acceptable or even appropriate but nobody deserves to be laughed at and bullied online. We observers know nothing of their story and yet millions of people join in and share and comment and laugh.
I have shared a few videos of people dancing…oblivious to the world… and I always comment how much I love how happy and carefree they are. BUT am I just another person sharing a video that may be ruining somebody’s life?
I used to be big…much bigger than I am now so I am used to being laughed at and/or invisible although I was perhaps the biggest person in the room. Then I lost weight and I wasn’t afraid to be in front of the camera anymore. I worked out and I was no longer invisible…but I was never able to stop seeing myself as “ugly”. I hate that word but it fits how I feel. The way I see myself has nothing to do with my weight.
This weekend I went out to dinner with some friends and afterwards we went to a country bar to dance. I do not listen to country music so it’s fairly foreign to me but I had a really good time. I was very anxious and feeling old and overweight. I haven’t been out in month (s) so I decided to throw caution to the wind and just have fun. I danced. I danced like I was having a dance party in my daughters 10 year old bedroom.
I have never line danced before and it seemed fun so I got up with a friend of mine and we just learned. I feel like I looked like a fool but I would do it again in a heartbeat. But here is the thing… Someone took a picture of me and I looked horrible. I woke up in the middle of the night with the idea that I was going to be the next internet joke.
Caption: Old lady must be HIGH
Except I wasn’t high and I was completely sober and happy.
About 6 years ago, or maybe not that long ago because my past seems a bit blurry to me, I went to a club with some friends. I was at my thinnest and having lost 100lbs I had some extra skin all over. Most of the time it wasn’t noticeable but now and then it bothered me. I worked out all the time…ALL the time.
On this night I was having a blast with some of my friends and danced like nothing else mattered. This was also the night I blogged about HERE . On this night there was a club photographer and he happened to snap a picture of me that has caused me to cry and laugh on numerous occasions. I don’t care if people laugh because it really is the most HORRENDOUS picture ever taken of me and if you want to know the truth… it is also why I don’t accept compliments from people.
This picture is how I see myself everyday and it doesn’t matter how many pictures I post that people find pleasing…the picture below is the person I see everyday in the mirror. The photographer caught my demon on film and now you bloggy people get to see what I see. And maybe NOW you will understand why I will never associate with the pretty girl in the other pictures I post.
I hope by sharing the worst picture EVER taken of me that people can sort of, maybe, kinda get the idea that real people are behind these images. Real people. Lovely people.