The other day I decided to take my husbands truck to get it washed. He has a beautiful 2006 Dodge Ram ThunderRoad Edition. It’s a sort of burgundy red, all chromed out with a custom bed cover and a custom paint job that consists of flames and playboy bunnies…yes I said playboy bunnies.

He gets A LOT of compliments on it. He has even had people ask if their businesses can ‘Sponsor’ it. (put their names on it for something in trade)

Anyways, so here I am driving along, my cell phone rings so I turn off the radio. After hanging up, I decide not to turn the radio back on since I am almost to where I am going. I am sitting at a red light when this blue car pulls up beside me. They didn’t pull up quite as far to the line as I had, figured they were checking out his truck…

As they get up next to the truck, I glance over. It’s two girls. You will never believe what was said…

“Oh, It’s just some FAT girl” and then lots of laughing.

Yep you heard me. Here I am sitting in the truck at a red light, minding my own business….being insulted! I was shocked. Those words cut through me like a knife.

I wanted to scream and cuss and yell back, but I found myself sinking into the seat as much as I could. To hear someone say those brutal words was really hard. I guess I have never been referred to as just ’some fat girl’.

In that moment, I would have liked to disappear. There was no holding my chin up, no confidence to stand behind…