It is 9.00 am and I really should get out of bed. There’s washing to hang out, a flat to clean, papers to read, food to cook and eat and a 1500 word essay to do. I’ve also go to think about the logistics of getting my car to the mechanic while managing work, uni and volunteer work.
But I don’t really want to do any of that. After yesterday’s awful experience, I just want to have a day off from it all.
Thank you to everyone who has sent in comments through the blog, Facebook and Twitter supporting me. I can’t believe how many strangers have stopped by and expressed their anger at the ignorance and rudeness of the woman in the second hand store. Though this one woman ruined my day, I am truly struck by the amount of wonderful, kind and compassionate people out there.
I have seen quite a few people on Twitter retweeting the link to this blog, urging people to avoid the store, and on Facebook, there was a long thread of replies to a friend who mentioned my story. Wow.
I have written an email to the High Street Northcote Committee. I gave a bit of background information about my skin condition, and told them, in the same words as I used in my blog, about the awful experience.
I also want to write to the store, but I don’t think that will achieve anything. I will give it more thought.
It is hard to be resilient all the time. As I’ve mentioned, most of the time I don’t notice the stares, and I deal with the comments and questions as politely as I can. But when faced with a truly rude and ridiculous situation like yesterday, it is hard to hold my head up high. I didn’t react in the most polite way, and I make no apologies for that. But I shouldn’t have had to defend myself because of the way I look. No one should be treated like I was yesterday.
Right now I’m pretty upset. I wasn’t yesterday, that was anger. Right now I want to swap places with someone who doesn’t look like me. I am completely fine with my looks. But sometimes I wish I didn’t look this way. I wish I didn’t have to explain why I look the way I do.