skinny tears.

One of my newer residents just came into my office in tears to apologize to me for calling me “the skinny one” to someone, when he couldn’t remember my name.  I initially thought he was upset because he forgot my name, but he then stated, “I called you skinny, who wants to be called skinny?  Please don’t be mad at me ma’am.”

I laughed and told him he needed to familiarize himself with a few more white girls…which only brought on more tears (oops).  It was not until after explaining to him in great detail why my race and gender prefer to be gaunt did the tears subside.  As he walked out in a mixture of relief and frustration he shrugged his shoulders muttering under his breath, “Ugh.  Man, that is just confusing.”

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