We went to the Sea to Sky Gondolas on Sunday, for my benefit primarily as the gondolas are only a couple of years old - hadn't been built the last time I was in Vancouver. So, I'm plus size, we know this. The group I'm with consists of three (sort of) couples, all Chinese... all super slim and petite. I can almost feel the nervous glances about whether all seven of us will fit in the gondola (we will btw) and the weight distribution. I have to try and not take this to heart.
We ride up in the gondola, no big deal really and wander round the viewing platform at the top. This is when they all break off into their couples but stay in a close enough group that everyone knows they're together. Me? I wander around, interacting with the group and then moving around solo. I look like the token white fat person and it's starting to bother me. You can see people glancing at us, glancing at the group and for a second longer looking in my direction, clearly trying to place me within the Chinese collective.
By this time, it's really bothering me and I've gone silent.
We sit down to get a drink, when it's time to leave we all get up, when I stand I've been weighting down a wobbly leg and so the two opposite me get a shock as the bench bounces back towards them. Looks of laughter and surprise, with a look of "christ fat girl" from a very petite Chinese girl.
Vancouver is super healthy and you don't see a lot of plus size people about, I think I've seen a handful at best. So I tend to draw glances, sometimes stares. Usually I'm adept at throwing out enough confidence that people bugger off, the glances are returned as well are the stares. But this week I feel like I've taken a ton of blows which have left me unsteady and those glances and stares are being met with quiet acceptance.
The crescendo in my performance this week was babysitting (for 10 minutes). While Sandy signed some contracts with her business partner Hector, I was tasked with keeping an eye on his two daughters and their friend (they were all going rock climbing). Reasonably easy stuff, the friend kept running around, which I just watched to make sure she didn't go too far. The older daughter, I think 5 or 6 she said... who knows, maybe 8... I've completely forgotten. She was old enough to hold a relatively good conversation. We chatted while she played the "guess where my accent is from game" with me - it landed in Germany and Australia a couple of times. The younger daughter, who nicknamed me "Crazy Monkey" - god knows why! Was running around, then running at me to be picked up, shaken put back down... to do it all over again.
The conversation between us went,
Small child: "We're going rock climbing"
Me: "That's good, do you like rock climbing?"
Small child: "Not telling you"
Me: "Why not?"
Small child: "You're not allowed to know. Ever"
Me: "Why not? That's mean..."
Small child: *evil laughter*"...Ever... do you like rock climbing?"
Me: "Not really"
Small child: *looks at me, looks at my front and side* "You can't"
Me: "Why not?"
Small child: "You're too fat"
The brutal honesty of children... it's been a tough week so far and we've only just cleared the weekend.
I'm going to try to barter a day of chilling when Sandy wakes up, I need a break! Hope you're all having a better week!