I Am a type of person who prides herself on having a fairly decent ego and confidence level (Okay maybe I can be a tad full of myself, But I mean if you were this awesome you would be too)

Although sometimes, certain words can beat down that extremely tough marshmallow "outer skin" of mine.

It all began one evening after supper. It was around nine o clock, perhaps closer to ten. I was sitting in the chair in the kitchen. Looking for a phone number.

I decided to grab a piece of homemade bread (not real homemade ... the bread machine type.... still damn good though).

I sat perched up on my chair eating my bread with quite the greedy delight. I am sure I resembled a squirrel who has finally found that nut they hid for many days.

My mother strolls in and starts to pack her lunch. She looks at me and says " Better watch your weight dear"

Because we all know how fattening eating bread is.

I sat there perched and my delight soon went to sadness as I looked at my sad little piece of bread.

Did I stop eating my bread?

No.

I ate my bread. And looked at her thoughtfully as if I was a philosopher considering the fates of the worlds.

Then I said quietly "You are cruel mom"

She sauntered over and laughed at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I suppose that somehow was to make me feel better. It did not.

I am by no means a big person, but those few words embed in my brain.

My ego was down and allowed my imagination to be freed.

Imagination to Sarah " Did she notice that you were getting chubby? "Are you getting chubby"

Sarah to imagination ".... No I haven't notice getting any bigger" "And I am not getting chubby"

Imagination to Sarah " HAHHA Right and when was the last time you stepped on a scale there?"

Sarah to imagination *long silence*

And so Sometimes I think its better for people to say nothing at all.