So this week I experienced road rage- from the passenger of a car that nearly hit me.
I live in a dead end street, we all use the dead end to turn around and there is a children’s play ground there. Everyone knows to slow down.
A young girl came bombing up the road as I was turning and didn’t see me. We both had our windows open and she apologised. ‘No worries’ I said, ‘take it easy’.
The older lady passenger started screaming at me. I assume she was the mother of the young driver. Also, I assume she was the mother of the children in the back seat.
‘Fu*k off you fat slag! Go f*ck yourself you fat bitch’.
It went on and on. The only thing I could say is ‘what’s wrong with you?’ And then I drove off.
My first feeling was fright. I’ve never been screamed at like that. Considering what had happened I thought I was calm about the fact she nearly smashed up the car I’ve had for only two weeks.
My second feeling was anger. Not only for the insults but also for the example she was setting her family.
Is it ok to insult a person’s appearance? Is it ok to not admit mistakes? Is it ok to do this in front of your children? Is this how to lead by example?
No. No. No. No.
This is not ok.
I’m dealing with my weight and trying my best. I’ve lost nearly two stone and was so proud of myself. Well I was, until that moment.
I wanted to run away and grab some cake. I felt like no matter what I did, there would always be some one to tell me I wasn’t good enough.
I was too frightened to go back to the house and tell my boyfriend what had happened so I drove away and phoned him! He was furious!! He walked down to their house and took photos of their number plate while he waited for them to come out of the house. They didn’t.
I came home after a few hours. I had calmed down and now, after a few days reflection, I have decided that I don’t care what she thinks.
I have done well and I am proud of my weight loss. I’m an educated girl with a job I love that I like to think I’m good at. I have achieved lots of things in my life that I have had to go out and work for.
That woman will not take my achievements away from me because she called me fat.
I know nothing about her or her life. All I know is that I feel sorry for her children, because I personally think that the example she is setting then does not set them up for a life in the community they currently live in, or the world they have yet to explore.