Stella Speaks...

4/18/12

It’s tough for me to blog these days. With work, school, volunteering and planning a wedding…my free time is spent managing whichever activity needs my attention. But from time to time I visit this site to pour out my feelings/emotions if prompted. Today, is one of those days.

I’ll preface this story by saying that women, in general, do not compliment each other enough. We’re too busy criticising. To that end, we spend our days spitting out hurtful comments that we assume no one hears. Today I was on the receiving end of one of those comments and I must say, I’ve learned my lesson. Sure, I participate in the occasional gossip which is how the world churns. But today I stopped in my tracks and realized the impact (heard or un-heard) is greater that the words that are spoken.

Today at work, I was mocked by two older co-workers. I overheard them talk about my dress choice. (a Knee length cotton number that covers my chest, shoulders & all but by nature hugs my booty…which by heredity is large) They mocked how I walked an marvled at the size of my rear. I was stunned. First off, because I know both of these ladies and we’re ‘cool’ if you get what I’m saying. Second, these are older (read tenured) employees engageing in childish (read assanine) behaviors.

The result? I’m genuinely hurt & had a carb loaded lunch and washed it down with a chocolate chip cookie (that oughta teach them…)

As I contemplate confronting them, I’m met with the notion that maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe, just maybe I wasn’t the topic of their joke. Then I’m reminded that I probably was, I just wasn’t supposed to hear it. Instead of being upset I’m going to listen to the childhood mantra that helped me get through so many other mean events…

Sticks & stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.