Skinny Girl, Big Game

Not too long ago we got a new girl at my work. A very qualified, intelligent, and creative girl, fresh out of college. Her faults we found out too late, as she has a knack for middle school drama. It started out with small little things, but then she started going after people’s weight. She’s a size 0, she tells us almost everyday. As it happened after a meeting last week Monday she made the comment to me about how “Missy” was far too large for the outfit she was wearing. Missy and her husband/children are dear friends of ours so naturally I stood up for her.

“I think Missy looks just fine, and, Natalie, she has a thyroid problem! She works very hard to maintain her weight. On top of that this is a professional work place, comments like this are not appreciated.”

“I would expect you to stick up for her,” she said.

“Because she’s my friend?”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

Well, if that doesn’t leave a woman fuming…

At lunch I sat down with Missy, as usual, and picked at the salad I got. Letting my little insecurities talk me into skipping lunch. Missy noticed and said, “Thanks for earlier with our resident 12 year old. And, honey, we both know your size 8 isn’t anywhere near my 16.”

I smiled, “Don’t let her get to you either. You’ve worked so hard, and you continue to do so.” Missy has dropped from a size 20 to 16 over the past 10-12 months.

“Joe, (our manager) has her on his radar, he’ll be watching out for more snide comments.”

After lunch we both were feeling much better, but as soon as lunch was over the comments and looks from Natalie started again. Needless to say, by the time I came home, I was not feeling the greatest. James recognized it immediately and as soon as we had a free moment I told him all about it.

He sighed heavily through his nose.

“Why can’t everyone just leave everyone else’s clothing size alone?” I asked.

“Because, honey, she probably is feeling a bit intimidated right now, and she’s using her looks to gain a position.”

“Well it’s a stupid way of doing so.” I laughed and kissed him.

“Are you ok?” he asked. “Because I have no problem walking in there and kissing you passionately and proclaiming how beautiful, attractive, sexy, and desirable you are. As well as mention how lucky I am to be your husband and lover.”

I laughed again, and kissed him sweetly. “You are wonderful, you know that? Joe is aware of the issue and is keeping an eye and an ear out for her. But thank you, love, and if all else fails at least I have a back up plan.”

The rest of last week was not much better and sitting down at my chair on Friday morning I was just so sick of this whole deal. Logging in, I could feel a migraine coming on so I went to go and retrieve some medicine. But before I did so, I opened up my email, and there was an Email from James.

It read:

Dear Wife, I know this week has been trying for you and your co-workers. But I want you to know that I love you and regardless of what some gossip says, you are the most beautiful, perfect, desirable woman ever. I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean the world and more to me. You are the most wonderful mother to our five bundles of joy, and somehow you still have energy and time to be my amazing wife. I have attached two links to three songs that I feel are very important for you to hear. Listen to them as many times as you need to to get through today. And if those don’t do the trick, I still have no problem coming in to kiss you with all the passion I posses for you and make proclamations of how wonderful you are. Try to have as good of a day as you can my dear. I love you more than you could ever know, Your Husband

The three links for the songs were: ‘Amazing Grace,’ our wedding song, ‘What Do You Say to That’ by George Strait, and ‘Love to Lay You Down,’ by Conway Twitty. For those who don’t know the last two songs I highly recommend them if you are into country music. They were exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t help the tears of joy that rolled down my cheeks. I wanted this day to end so badly and get home and partake of that last song. I took the migraine meds and thought of how to best respond to my thoughtful husband’s email. I could email him back, but then I couldn’t get as dirty as I wanted to (he sent his email from his work email). I could text him, but I really wanted to hear his voice, and calling him made me realize how much I would want to hold and touch him. I decided to wait until we were both home, before showing him just how much I needed and appreciated it.

Finally it was time to go home. I’m always home before James, so I said hello to the children, changed into jeans and a t-shirt and began to make supper. About a half hour later I heard James pull in the driveway. I stayed in the kitchen as he was greeted by the same rambunctious chorus as I was. After all the kids had been hugged, kissed, and resumed their play he came into the kitchen. I felt him slip his arms around my waist while I stood at the stove stirring sauce. He kissed the back of my neck softly.

“Did you get my email, baby?”

“Mm-hmm, I did and it was exactly what I needed, thank you so much, love.”

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“That question has many parts to it dear. You see I read it, listened to the songs, and was in tears and feeling very loved. I wanted nothing more than to be naked in your arms. So when it came time to reply I thought about replying to the email, and then thought about texting, and finally calling you, but none of those seemed special enough to really demonstrate to you how much I needed and appreciated it.”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

“Because she’s my friend?”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

Well, if that doesn’t leave a woman fuming…

At lunch I sat down with Missy, as usual, and picked at the salad I got. Letting my little insecurities talk me into skipping lunch. Missy noticed and said, “Thanks for earlier with our resident 12 year old. And, honey, we both know your size 8 isn’t anywhere near my 16.”

I smiled, “Don’t let her get to you either. You’ve worked so hard, and you continue to do so.” Missy has dropped from a size 20 to 16 over the past 10-12 months.

“Joe, (our manager) has her on his radar, he’ll be watching out for more snide comments.”

After lunch we both were feeling much better, but as soon as lunch was over the comments and looks from Natalie started again. Needless to say, by the time I came home, I was not feeling the greatest. James recognized it immediately and as soon as we had a free moment I told him all about it.

He sighed heavily through his nose.

“Why can’t everyone just leave everyone else’s clothing size alone?” I asked.

“Because, honey, she probably is feeling a bit intimidated right now, and she’s using her looks to gain a position.”

“Well it’s a stupid way of doing so.” I laughed and kissed him.

“Are you ok?” he asked. “Because I have no problem walking in there and kissing you passionately and proclaiming how beautiful, attractive, sexy, and desirable you are. As well as mention how lucky I am to be your husband and lover.”

I laughed again, and kissed him sweetly. “You are wonderful, you know that? Joe is aware of the issue and is keeping an eye and an ear out for her. But thank you, love, and if all else fails at least I have a back up plan.”

The rest of last week was not much better and sitting down at my chair on Friday morning I was just so sick of this whole deal. Logging in, I could feel a migraine coming on so I went to go and retrieve some medicine. But before I did so, I opened up my email, and there was an Email from James.

It read:

Dear Wife, I know this week has been trying for you and your co-workers. But I want you to know that I love you and regardless of what some gossip says, you are the most beautiful, perfect, desirable woman ever. I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean the world and more to me. You are the most wonderful mother to our five bundles of joy, and somehow you still have energy and time to be my amazing wife. I have attached two links to three songs that I feel are very important for you to hear. Listen to them as many times as you need to to get through today. And if those don’t do the trick, I still have no problem coming in to kiss you with all the passion I posses for you and make proclamations of how wonderful you are. Try to have as good of a day as you can my dear. I love you more than you could ever know, Your Husband

The three links for the songs were: ‘Amazing Grace,’ our wedding song, ‘What Do You Say to That’ by George Strait, and ‘Love to Lay You Down,’ by Conway Twitty. For those who don’t know the last two songs I highly recommend them if you are into country music. They were exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t help the tears of joy that rolled down my cheeks. I wanted this day to end so badly and get home and partake of that last song. I took the migraine meds and thought of how to best respond to my thoughtful husband’s email. I could email him back, but then I couldn’t get as dirty as I wanted to (he sent his email from his work email). I could text him, but I really wanted to hear his voice, and calling him made me realize how much I would want to hold and touch him. I decided to wait until we were both home, before showing him just how much I needed and appreciated it.

Finally it was time to go home. I’m always home before James, so I said hello to the children, changed into jeans and a t-shirt and began to make supper. About a half hour later I heard James pull in the driveway. I stayed in the kitchen as he was greeted by the same rambunctious chorus as I was. After all the kids had been hugged, kissed, and resumed their play he came into the kitchen. I felt him slip his arms around my waist while I stood at the stove stirring sauce. He kissed the back of my neck softly.

“Did you get my email, baby?”

“Mm-hmm, I did and it was exactly what I needed, thank you so much, love.”

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“That question has many parts to it dear. You see I read it, listened to the songs, and was in tears and feeling very loved. I wanted nothing more than to be naked in your arms. So when it came time to reply I thought about replying to the email, and then thought about texting, and finally calling you, but none of those seemed special enough to really demonstrate to you how much I needed and appreciated it.”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

“Because she’s my friend?”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

Well, if that doesn’t leave a woman fuming…

At lunch I sat down with Missy, as usual, and picked at the salad I got. Letting my little insecurities talk me into skipping lunch. Missy noticed and said, “Thanks for earlier with our resident 12 year old. And, honey, we both know your size 8 isn’t anywhere near my 16.”

I smiled, “Don’t let her get to you either. You’ve worked so hard, and you continue to do so.” Missy has dropped from a size 20 to 16 over the past 10-12 months.

“Joe, (our manager) has her on his radar, he’ll be watching out for more snide comments.”

After lunch we both were feeling much better, but as soon as lunch was over the comments and looks from Natalie started again. Needless to say, by the time I came home, I was not feeling the greatest. James recognized it immediately and as soon as we had a free moment I told him all about it.

He sighed heavily through his nose.

“Why can’t everyone just leave everyone else’s clothing size alone?” I asked.

“Because, honey, she probably is feeling a bit intimidated right now, and she’s using her looks to gain a position.”

“Well it’s a stupid way of doing so.” I laughed and kissed him.

“Are you ok?” he asked. “Because I have no problem walking in there and kissing you passionately and proclaiming how beautiful, attractive, sexy, and desirable you are. As well as mention how lucky I am to be your husband and lover.”

I laughed again, and kissed him sweetly. “You are wonderful, you know that? Joe is aware of the issue and is keeping an eye and an ear out for her. But thank you, love, and if all else fails at least I have a back up plan.”

The rest of last week was not much better and sitting down at my chair on Friday morning I was just so sick of this whole deal. Logging in, I could feel a migraine coming on so I went to go and retrieve some medicine. But before I did so, I opened up my email, and there was an Email from James.

It read:

Dear Wife, I know this week has been trying for you and your co-workers. But I want you to know that I love you and regardless of what some gossip says, you are the most beautiful, perfect, desirable woman ever. I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean the world and more to me. You are the most wonderful mother to our five bundles of joy, and somehow you still have energy and time to be my amazing wife. I have attached two links to three songs that I feel are very important for you to hear. Listen to them as many times as you need to to get through today. And if those don’t do the trick, I still have no problem coming in to kiss you with all the passion I posses for you and make proclamations of how wonderful you are. Try to have as good of a day as you can my dear. I love you more than you could ever know, Your Husband

The three links for the songs were: ‘Amazing Grace,’ our wedding song, ‘What Do You Say to That’ by George Strait, and ‘Love to Lay You Down,’ by Conway Twitty. For those who don’t know the last two songs I highly recommend them if you are into country music. They were exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t help the tears of joy that rolled down my cheeks. I wanted this day to end so badly and get home and partake of that last song. I took the migraine meds and thought of how to best respond to my thoughtful husband’s email. I could email him back, but then I couldn’t get as dirty as I wanted to (he sent his email from his work email). I could text him, but I really wanted to hear his voice, and calling him made me realize how much I would want to hold and touch him. I decided to wait until we were both home, before showing him just how much I needed and appreciated it.

Finally it was time to go home. I’m always home before James, so I said hello to the children, changed into jeans and a t-shirt and began to make supper. About a half hour later I heard James pull in the driveway. I stayed in the kitchen as he was greeted by the same rambunctious chorus as I was. After all the kids had been hugged, kissed, and resumed their play he came into the kitchen. I felt him slip his arms around my waist while I stood at the stove stirring sauce. He kissed the back of my neck softly.

“Did you get my email, baby?”

“Mm-hmm, I did and it was exactly what I needed, thank you so much, love.”

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“That question has many parts to it dear. You see I read it, listened to the songs, and was in tears and feeling very loved. I wanted nothing more than to be naked in your arms. So when it came time to reply I thought about replying to the email, and then thought about texting, and finally calling you, but none of those seemed special enough to really demonstrate to you how much I needed and appreciated it.”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

“Because she’s my friend?”

“Because you’re probably only a dress size or two smaller than her.” And she walked away.

Well, if that doesn’t leave a woman fuming…

At lunch I sat down with Missy, as usual, and picked at the salad I got. Letting my little insecurities talk me into skipping lunch. Missy noticed and said, “Thanks for earlier with our resident 12 year old. And, honey, we both know your size 8 isn’t anywhere near my 16.”

I smiled, “Don’t let her get to you either. You’ve worked so hard, and you continue to do so.” Missy has dropped from a size 20 to 16 over the past 10-12 months.

“Joe, (our manager) has her on his radar, he’ll be watching out for more snide comments.”

After lunch we both were feeling much better, but as soon as lunch was over the comments and looks from Natalie started again. Needless to say, by the time I came home, I was not feeling the greatest. James recognized it immediately and as soon as we had a free moment I told him all about it.

He sighed heavily through his nose.

“Why can’t everyone just leave everyone else’s clothing size alone?” I asked.

“Because, honey, she probably is feeling a bit intimidated right now, and she’s using her looks to gain a position.”

“Well it’s a stupid way of doing so.” I laughed and kissed him.

“Are you ok?” he asked. “Because I have no problem

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