In the past 2 weeks I have been told, overheard or been told of the following:
Are you bringing your friend? Yeah you should so you won't hang around with us.
(My daughter's friend, who needs her filter fixed, to another girl in the Youth Group)
You have the body of a 12 year old boy. Not in an attractive way. (Said to my friend P - a triathlete - by a male co-worker. So, there is a way a 12 year boy is attractive to you? ewww)
Your boobs really are too big. They're real? (Seriously? Yes they're real. One word if you paid for boobs and they look like mine - MALPRACTICE.)
Wow, you really have put on weight.
Yeah, the music at church doesn't really work for me. What's the point of it really? No offense.
(You know I'm on the Arts team right? Why do people think it's okay to say whatever they want if they say "no offense" first? If that makes it okay, then just let me say your breath smells like a dirty diaper. No offense.)
There's more, but I've buried them so I can function without my latent Tourette's taking over.
