Today at work, I was talking about whether I was going to get gluten free pizza for lunch, or whether I would be “good” and go to Chipotle and get a bowl, no rice, just beans and meat.
“One sounds better, and one is better for my waistline.” And I made a gesture with my hands of shrinking my waist smaller.
“You deserve to take up space,” my coworker Elizabeth said.
That, and just that.
You deserve to take up space.