Recently, I attended a dinner get-together with friends and friends-of-friends. As the evening wound down, the men and women segregated themselves into different social groups. I was actually making my way over to my husband, who was having an interesting conversation with a male friend of his, when a female friend hailed me over and said, "I saved a seat for you!" While I still could have stood up and left the group after this conversation started, I felt really hesitant to do so because it would have looked kind of odd. I thought I'd preface this scenario with that so you have an idea of why I just sat there (and maybe I should have left the group anyway, but maybe you can appreciate how awkward I felt).
When I first sat down, the conversation centered on the new biography of a classic author. That was fine, but somehow, the conversation soon turned to weight loss. There were six or seven other ladies there besides me. All of them, even the ladies in their 60's, are extremely fit. I wouldn't consider myself obese (I'm pretty physically active, have a healthy blood pressure, etc.), but not one of these ladies weighs even close to what I do. They are naturally slender, and I am naturally plump. I would wager that the largest woman there weighs 50 pounds less than I do. So, we're talking a very big gap. I honestly don't think anyone would look at these women and think they were overweight. I guess one reason the conversation came as a shock to me is because these women aren't terribly tied up in pop culture otherwise. Most of them don't wear makeup, all of them believe in dressing modestly (which I don't), etc.
The conversation went on and on, about various workouts they've tried, special diets they've been on, etc. I sat silent through the whole thing, while occasionally someone would turn to me and ask, "Oh, have you tried _____?" I replied that I hadn't, and the ball would bounce back in their court where they would continue the discussion of losing weight. I kept looking at the clock, so I know this went on for a good twenty minutes.
It really soured the evening for me. A few of these ladies are my close friends, and I feel sort of betrayed that they didn't think of how it might affect me. I felt like an elephant in a room full of gazelles. But was I right for being upset? Is it my fatness that gives me the conviction that weight and diets are of a highly personal nature that shouldn't be discussed in a setting like this? If it matters, I'm fine with my weight. I'm at a point in my life where I think going on a diet or taking up a strenuous exercise program would be more disadvantageous to my health than carrying a few extra pounds. I didn't say that, though, for fear of sounding holier-than-thou. I guess I'm not totally fine with it, or this exchange wouldn't have made me so uncomfortable.