A few days ago, an old Russian guy snapped his fingers at me while I was serving a table and said "Fatty, over here." I didn't know what to do, so I listened to him and then ran into the kitchen and told one of my best friends. Two guys overheard. One started cursing up a storm and went to get our boss to kick them out, and the other was trying to make me laugh about it saying things in a Russian accent like "No, no, sweet heart. In home country, fatty is word for beauty." Everyone else eventually heard about it and surrounded me trying to make sure I was okay. I kept smiling saying I was fine; so they began to joke about it and say what bastards they were. My boss came over and asked if I wanted them to leave, get somebody to finnish with them or if I was able to. I said I'd do it; and went back out making it seem like I was perfectly fine.
Really, no matter how small that was it still hurt. I'm a sixteen year old girl who goes to the gym five to six days a week. My parents don't have too much money; so I rarely eat unless I'm at work where I get free food. My whole life I've been chubby and I finally lost quite a bit of weight last year. They'll never know; but the past three days I've gone running at the gym to the point where I've gotten so sick I've thrown up. I haven't been hungry at all and have been forcing myself to eat.
I don't want to take it as seriously as I am; but for some reason I can't help it.