Last night, leaving the gym/dance studio, one of the gymnastics instructors glanced across the parking lot, saw that my car (the Beetle) was the only one parked there, looked at me and said, "Yeah… I figured you'd drive a bug" and then walked off to find his own car parked in another lot.
I wasn't all that sure how to take this comment. I mean, I've always thought that bugs are adorable and the people who drive them tend to be pretty flipping awesome, but he said it with a smirk (not the happy, I-totally-approve kind of smirk) that made me really uncertain.
I know I'm not in high school, and totes shouldn't give a gosh dang what people think of me, but this strange exchange made me start pondering stigmas.
I'm one of those jolly-flipping weirdos that doesn't easily fit into one box, but I certainly have encountered my share of stigmas. I'm the blonde one, the skinny one, the little one, but really… I'm also a human being. I like glitter. I'd wear a nose ring every day if my job would allow it. I wish I could have violet-coloured hair. I wear high heels 100% more than I should because I've got arthritis AND an addiction to footwear that makes me taller.
Have you ever been on the receiving end of a stigma and wanted to do something about it?
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