The (Wo)Man in the Mirror

I've been doing a lot of pondering on the 'Reunion' over these last few days; probably due to having to sleep so much to recover, for crying out loud in the sink as my Dad used to say, and the fact that I'm tormenting myself with the way I appear in those reunion photographs.
I would hazard a guess that the reason we had so many more guys show up than gals is due to the above most succinct message. I'll tell you that I was most decidedly the 'heaviest' woman there and I AM damn sure the judgements were being made.
We have never passed high school.
It would be nice to believe that we do not judge the friends we have because of their weight but, sadly, we do. I do know one of the women told me I was 'brave' to go to this thing. Wow. Now I admit that I did consider not going just because of this exact reason but then it was my whole " who really cares what they think " mentality that IS completely Artistic. You'd only ever paint the 'safe' stuff (and many do) for that reason alone. And this other part of me is yelling out: "Hey, shallow people, I ORGANIZED this awesome event, I'm a HUGELY TALENTED Artist and I ROCK" back-of-the-mind rant going on the whole time because, truth to tell, I DO give a crap about how I'm perceived.
Ah yes.....my own worst enemy.
This whole thing does make me want to paint a series based on body image though.....hmmmmm.....