|Peasant calves baby! (image)|
Didn't everyone hear that growing up? I have said the same thing to my own kids (I turn into my mother more and more each day) quite a few times over the past few years. And it is a good saying because it is true, for the most part anyway. However, I think it needs to be amended to:
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me (but they may cause lasting psychological trauma)'
I had an academic nemesis throughout high school, for the purpose of this blog post I'll call him Dick. We regularly jockeyed for first place in all of the subjects we did together (I was a nerd) and you could find our pictures under the definition of 'competitive' in the dictionary.
But do you know what my most vivid memory of Dick is? It was an afternoon of school sport & we were hanging out on the oval waiting for our turn to sprint 100m when Dick turned to me and said, 'you know you have the calves of a peasant woman. They're massive!' I remember laughing off his comment & I am sure I made some kind of witty comeback to fob him off, but that comment has seriously stayed with me ALL these years.
I have always been a size 10, damn these days with my running obsession I am even a size 8 some of the time, but Dick was right, I do have big calves. Not freakish mind you, but ample given the rest of me. He hit a nerve.
And damn it every time I try & fit into a pair of knee high boots & the zipper is a squeeze I think of Dick & that afternoon. Just last week I tried on some skinny jeans in Country Road & the calves were tight, damn Dick strikes again! I shave my legs & my mind wanders to that comment. I look at my legs & think peasant calves. Argh!
I hate that that comment has permeated my consciousness in such a way. It is not even that I am upset about the state of my calves, it is that every time I think about that part of my body Dick comes to mind.
Does anyone else have something similar that was said in passing & has stayed with them through the years?