I hadn’t been feeling great about my body recently so I decided to go for a bike ride and get some exercise. I’d had such a lovely time (like genuinely felt like something out of a crappy nostalgic film).
I was waiting at a crossing when a man drove past me and called me a “fat cunt” I was down the street from the house I was born in. Some of my happiest memories from my childhood are cycling down this road.
I tried to convince myself that it meant nothing but I can’t help but feel like he took something from me.