On Friday, I received yet another mild taunt from a coworker because I don’t walk to and from work.
See, I live less than two miles away and take the bus with the free pass my job provides. I like to read on the bus because it’s quiet time for my brain.
But my part-time (two days a week) co-worker lives five miles away and usually runs in or rides her bike. Therefore she is superior to me. Especially because she also runs half marathons. As do a couple other people in the office, who also assume I can’t be in great shape because I’m not a runner or a serious cyclist like them.
Take another co-worker (a cyclist). When I mention what stretches helps my now healing left hip and leg, he told me I should strengthen my abs and lower back muscles. I tried to tell him that my muscles are a hell of a lot stronger than he thinks, but it’s clear he doesn’t believe me.
Then in fencing a guy who’s kinda chubby thought that maybe I should “put some meat on those bones.” I joked that the meat always goes to the wrong bones, and didn’t say a word about his extra poundage because his body was none of my business, and it would be rude and unkind.
Do you ever get the feeling that you could (as a woman) have a body like Kate Beckinsale or (if you’re a man) Bruce Lee, and some jock snobs would still act as if you’re not up to snuff?
Y’all know that when I launched this blog one of my goals was to become more like my heroine Layla, which meant getting in really good shape and doing all kinds of stuff like paragliding, sky diving, wall climbing, parkour. Granted, I told no one at work any of this, and they don’t even know about The Compass Master because I’ve learned the hard way to keep my private life and my job very separate.
But come on! Where the hell does anyone get off “teasing” me that my body isn’t as good as theirs? The fact is, I’m 5’7” and weigh 125, and that’s pretty damn good. I don’t have the super lean, sinewy (and sexless) body of a long distance runner, nor do I look like a Soviet-era East German allegedly female bodybuilder. But I do have a good figure and I’m in good condition. I put in an average of an hour a day a week working out, either on my own or with fencing. I’d do more if I had the time.
But for some body snobs this isn’t good enough. What they don’t say is that because my body isn’t as muscle bound as theirs, and because I don’t have their extreme level of endurance, they consider me to be their physical inferior. Jock snobs really are that arrogant.
So from now on I’ve decided to tell people that I’m just fine with my body, and if they don’t have anything kind to say about it, they can shut up.
And on that hostile note…
I’d love to hear and sympathize with you about your own body bullies. Whatever your shape, I just know you’ve had the put downs and criticisms. Go ahead and vent!