“The Last Bits” Of Realization

, , , | Right | April 15, 2020

It is a very hot summer and I decide to wear my favourite dress. I’ve had it for years and it has lost its elasticity. It’s not the most flattering dress anymore and since I am overweight, it adds a few more pounds visually. However, since it is hot, I decide to go for comfort instead of style. 

I’m heading home from spending the night elsewhere and I come across a construction site blocking my path. I need to go to the other side and there is literally no other way to get there unless you cross that site. Construction people have made a “safe path” and employees are present to help people if needed. I head to the small stairway.

Employee: “Miss, miss, wait! One moment, I’m coming!”

A middle-aged man runs towards me. He doesn’t hurry; he actually runs. He offers his hand.

Employee: “Mind your step, miss, one more… Do you want me to take your suitcase?”

Me: “Oh, no, thank you. It’s not heavy.”

The man stays close to me over the sandy path.

Employee: “It must be getting heavy for you in this heat.”

Me: “Oh, not really. I’m fine.”

We reach the other side and the man offers his hand again and helps me out of this sandy pit.

Employee: “Good luck, miss, with the last bits!”

I thank him and am amazed by this kind and chivalrous behaviour. By no means was the man pushy; he was genuinely being supportive and kind. I continue, and halfway, I come across to someone I hadn’t seen for years.

Acquaintance: “Oh, hi, [My Name]! You’re looking great! When are you due?!”

It then hit me. The dress made me look pregnant. The man who’d just helped me thought he was helping a heavily pregnant lady. But I’m sorry, sir. I am just fat.

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