BroganMc
It's not the age, it's the mileage
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I just dread it. I had to do this sometimes last year and would get such mean looks from people. Now, I'm not one of those who gets in line ahead of everyone else, or anything. We park it outside of attractions and I walk in. But people just looked at me with disgust, I know because I am pooh sized. I know I shouldn't care what others think, but it really hurts my feelings just the same.
Personally, I'm fed up with all this Hollywood-driven weight bias going around these days. It's completely obnoxious to judge someone negatively solely on the basis of how they look: color, shape, size, whatever. To do so only makes you the ugly person because true ugliness is a mark of character.
I've had my fair share of self conscious moments. Since I was a toddler my body was shaped differently due to rheumatoid arthritis. My hands are curled under, my head is bent down, my butt sticks out when I walk because my hips and knees are permanently bent with joint contractures. By the standards of Vogue I do not fit. But I always have a smile on my face, a funny story to share and piece of helpful info to give that random stranger. You be the judge what's prettier.
Chin up dearie. It sounds like you've had one awful year (I lost my mom 5 years ago now). That may be the source of a lot of your inner anxiety. No one can take that away but you. (I think of it as the little devil on my shoulder constantly trying to bring me down.)
Remember kids stare at 6 foot tall walking mice as easily as a person with wheels for feet. Everything in the world is curious to them. Adults are sometimes judgemental and ignorant but a lot of times just as clueless as kids. A smile or joke often works like a magic wand turning an unwitting ugly stepsister into a fellow princess.