How ironic that the very day that I write about bullying, found here that I encounter a bully on the street. Here's my open letter to him, the unknown coward:
Dear man passing in the van,
I saw you looking at me from your side mirrors, laughing to your friend as I passed by on the car park. My chin went up a little higher and I walked past, ignoring you.
Stood at the bus stop I saw you pull out of the car park. I knew what was coming.
There are a lot of ways to describe me. I am a brunette. I have blue eyes. I am of medium height. I have, I'm told, a nice smile when I'm happy. If you look a little deeper, you find I'm a happy girl. I'm loyal, I'm friendly and I will give anyone the time of day. But as I said, I knew what was coming.
"Fat bitch!!!!" you shout at me as you drove past me. Too cowardly to say anything when I passed beside your parked vehicle, you shout it out on the main street, driving past so I cannot respond. Well yes, sir, I'm fat, and yes, sometimes I am a bitch.
If you had done this to me a year ago you would have hurt me. I would have put a brave face on but cried when I got home. Now though, I just feel sorry for you and the person you are.
So how do we describe you? The villain in the piece? Nasty, for shouting at a woman alone in the street, cowardly for not daring to say it when I passed you, insecure if you find it necessary to insult someone you don't know and pathetic, because, well you are.
So I am a fat sometimes bitch. You are nasty, cowardly, insecure and pathetic. Overall, comparing us both, I think I'd prefer to be fat.
Lots of love,
The Woman you heckled in the street.