contact us

Use the form on the right to contact us.

You can edit the text in this area, and change where the contact form on the right submits to, by entering edit mode using the modes on the bottom right.

           

123 Street Avenue, City Town, 99999

(123) 555-6789

email@address.com

 

You can set your address, phone number, email and site description in the settings tab.
Link to read me page with more information.

BLOG: Pregnant Zombie Love

Hey, You're Fat. You must work here.

Genevieve Tyrrell

So when I was really overweight from the insulin resistance, almost every single time I was in a place like Target or Walmart or sometimes some place else, I’d get mistaken for an employee and asked about products. Almost without fail. Even if I wasn’t wearing the colors of the store. I rarely had it happen to me prior to the weight gain. No one assumed skinny me worked at a store.

When I lost all the weight, things went back to normal. I rarely got assumed to be an employee of any store.

But now I’m pregnant. I’ve gained thirty-five pounds and though all the weight is on my front, particularly belly, my baby bump is not a perfect round shape yet. Angled at just the right way, you might assume I’m just obese.

Today I was at Home Depot and bending down to get something. So at the angle I was at, you might not have been able to see I’m pregnant. Mind you I was wearing black capri pants and a dark turquoise T-shirt with “Zoo York” on it. My cart was full of stuff I was buying. There wasn’t a single bit of orange on me (the Home Depot color). And yet, a woman just presumed I worked there and started asking me questions like I worked there. I stood straight up, rubbed my belly in that maternal way everyone knows, and said, “I don’t work here. I’m pregnant.”

I wasn’t mean about it, but on the inside I was furious. Again?! Seriously?! Why is it assumed that if you’re fat that you’re there to wait on people? Am I the only one that this happens to? It only happens with significant weight gain.