Trigger warning: Restriction.
I didn’t eat before work. I worked four or five hours fueled by coffee. And then I did a lot of walking. Mostly for transportation.
Then my friend and I agreed to meet at a restaurant. I ordered fries and ate them.. Which is difficult enough, because I felt anxious about the cashier judging me for what I was eating. Which is stupid, I know. I ate them while I waited for my friend. I finished, then I went back to the counter and ordered something to drink. It was a milkshake and I feel like a total fat ass admitting that
And the cashier asked me, “Would you like another order of fries too?”
I was mortified. I thought for sure it was comment about my size.
But my friends K and M insist I was reading too much into it.