Dear woman in Target,

Thank you for inadvertently insulting me and making me feel like I had no business buying my workout clothes. You have no idea what I've gone through to get to where I am. Thank you for showing me that society still thinks I'm "that size." And thanks to you, I felt so bad that I didn't buy the pink shirt I really wanted and COULD have fit into.

I hope you get a paper cut. A deep one. Not really, but I wish you would think before you opened your big mouth because honestly, I don't think "we're that size" just your mouth is ginormous. I guess it would need to be, to fit your foot in it, though.

Insulted,
me