Have you ever had a moment where you just wanted to toss your hands up and declare that you just don’t give an eff? I think I’ve hit that point with my curves, now that I’m in my mid-30’s. Yesterday I found myself doing a bit of retail therapy, traipsing around stores until my feet wanted to fall off. My hands were clad with shopping bags, but still I got the looks every now and then from cashiers as soon as I entered a store. There were some stores where the women would look at me up and down, no doubt with judgmental eyes, and give me the look that said that their store clearly did not have my size. And then there were others who greeted me as if opening up the pearly gates of heaven, yelling jubilantly, “Come in, my fellow fattie! Please spend your hard earned money on another sparkly top!”.
It was Saturday which meant that everyone and their cousin was shopping. I guess that’s what us, Americans, do on a weekend to connect with each other. We mill about stores, buying items we probably don’t need. We bask in the air conditioning of the store while being smushed between clothing racks like herded cattle. I always feel strange when I’m smushed up against a stranger. Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as kinky as the next gal, and enjoy an ogle (or two) over a delicious man. But as I was standing in the IZOD, offering fashion advice to my man between the dressing room door, a woman scoffed behind me. Now, mind you, I did have about 20 items for him to try on. And the store was packed with shoppers and growing warmer by the minute.
But as I squeezed past this woman with a garment in hand for my man to try on, this woman literally scoffed at me! I may have a mouth on me, but even I was raised with manners and tact (especially when it comes to strangers!). I felt my cheeks warm. The same sweat that poured down this woman’s back, also poured down mine. I wanted to spin around and shout, “give me a break lady! My panties are also sticking to my rump in this sweat house!”. But, I didn’t. Instead, I channeled my inner zen, took a breath, and apologized for taking so much time. Caught off guard the woman looked me up and down, forced a smile, and assured me that I wasn’t in her way.
Yeah, right lady…. I thought to myself.
Which brings me to my point in this rant of a post. Just because you’re sweating, have a booty, and an armful of clothes doesn’t give you the right to treat others poorly. Let’s all remember to be cute, and kind to each other while out in public, okay? And now, it’s time for breakfast. Stay cute! Xx
~Miss Cutie ❤
Easy Cutie Avo Toast and Eggs
- 2 eggs, poached
- 2 pieces sourdough toast
- 2 tablespoons butter
- 1 tablespoon soy sauce
- 1 handful mushrooms
- 1 small avocado, smashed
- Poach your eggs in a small pan of water.
- Meanwhile, toast the bread and put 1 tablespoon of butter on each toast. (I use Irish Kerrygold butter and it is finger-licking good!).
- Cut, pit, and scoop out the avocado from the skin. Put 1/2 avocado mash on each toast and smear it around. (You can add salt and a bit of black pepper too if you’d like 🙂 ).
- In a small pan, saute sliced button mushrooms in a tablespoon of butter and a small drizzle of soy sauce until tender. Then place them over the toast.
- Finally, top each piece of toast with a poached egg and eat while hot. Enjoy! ❤