On our way to the cottage yesterday, my husband and I stopped at a thruway rest stop to use the restroom and grab a snack. As I was washing my hands, the lady at the sink next to me was blatantly staring at the bruises on my arms in horror. She was NOT subtle at all. Judging by the look on her face, I am 99% certain she thinks someone beat me and gave me these bruises. Part of me wanted to yell, “I have low platelets, bitch!” or perhaps a simpler, “I have a medical condition”, but then I realized it’s none of her damn business! I shouldn’t have to explain myself to strangers.
Though I find it rude, strangers have every right to stare, but they have no right to know my personal business. I shouldn’t have to feel self-conscious washing my hands in the restroom. If you’re going to make assumptions or judge me, fine, but please at least be subtle about it. It would be different if her face showed concern, but it was just disgust. I’m sure she went back to her car and told her husband or friend or driving companion some crazy story about the bruised woman in the bathroom. Speculate all you want, lady, I’ll just be over here trying to find a long sleeve shirt to wear all week in the eighty degree weather. So, thanks for that. I know I shouldn’t let other people’s looks or judgments bother me, but it’s hard to ignore the looks.
Fade, bruises, fade!