My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company. — Jane Austen
I had an awesome day today. Sore tonsil and all, it was great.
Every six weeks or so I get together with a bunch of wonderfully creative people and we all sit around laughing, talking and making stuff – usually anything to do with beading. There’s many a rude joke and swearing session when threads get tangled or beading trays get dropped. And, of course, the husbands are not there so there’s a fair bit of group relationship therapy at times. It’s fun.
Today was our little Christmas party since we won’t be seeing each other much before the new year. Apart from eating way too much as I usually do at these gatherings because I have no self-control whatsoever when faced with goodies like home-made salted caramel fudge and vanillekipferl, we also had Kris Kingle presents and photos – as ya do.
So this was one of the silly photos taken:
As usual, these images are taken on phones and uploaded immediately to Facebook, which is cool.
Except when people say hurtful things.
Like this idiot:
“looks like a weight watchers class:P”
I just froze when I saw that. But then I looked at the picture and it was only then that I noticed that 99% of the people in that image are fat. It took some twerp on the intarwebs to point it out for me to see that, though. All I see are my friends, smiling and happy – deservedly so. They’re awesome.
But to anyone else looking at this image and only seeing a bunch of fat women, here’s a run-down what you’re also seeing:
Me; a photographer, a crafter, an artist, a burgeoning fitness freak and someone who is just learning to like herself for the first time.
My mother; intelligent, witty, quietly sly world traveler, dedicated to her health almost more than myself and stoically attends training sessions with my personal trainer who takes no prisoners and makes no exceptions, even for 60 year-old ladies with bad knees.
A school teacher who is on antidepressant medication that makes maintaining weight a very difficult process but loves her school kids so much that she’s also put in endless hours creating beautiful personalised gifts out of glass for every one of them.
A bloke who has taken out awards for his bead work and who also makes the most awesome chainmaille EVERYTHING you could possibly imagine.
A woman who, 18 months ago, woke up to find her teenage son dead in his bed due to a rare heart condition no one knew he had and is using bead craft as therapy to heal her soul.
Another woman who has traveled the world taking photos and is now doing the most magnificent pastel drawings…
I could go on.
Many of this group have been featured in magazines about their creativity and artwork. Many happily teach, without hesitation, and pass on their skills to newbies or those wanting to increase their repertoire. ALL of them have dirty minds and even dirtier mouths – with the exception of my mother who sits quietly and giggles at everything. She’s just got the dirty mind.
Each person in that image is a talented, beautiful soul and yet all this other person can see is “fat”.
I see friendship. I see love. I see support.
To anyone else who might also only see “fat”, might I suggest you indulge in some sex and travel?
Yes, that means fuck off.