Most Offensive Sister Ever!

  

    Happy Monday!!!

    Feel free to throw in your most offensive sister moment. Here's mine:

   We were all young then and maybe I should write this off to youth or new motherhood, but:

   I was in a Relief Society aerobics class, years ago. We would meet every morning in the cultural hall, put on some music and be led in an half-hour aerobics workout by a real aerobics teacher! How did we know this? Cause she told us all the time! And she would tell us other things about herself:

How she would be more blessed than the rest of us for covering up her body because, for her, this was a huge sacrifice, where, for us, because our bodies weren't as perfect as hers, the sacrifice wasn't as great.

This same woman, one time, when I was in bed in the middle of a miscarriage, called to ask if I could watch her three kids, along with my five. I said, "I am so sorry. I can't because I am in the middle of a miscarriage." She honestly said, "That's okay, my kids can play outside!" I stuck to my guns and said no.

She also told me, when my brother passed away from AIDS that I should be glad, cause her sister was severely depressed and there was nothing worse! (I have totally sympathy and empathy for depression, so this is not a dig at depression but a statement about maybe not comparing each other's pain?)

So, this one day, I was at her aerobics class. After she had danced with her side pony tail and pink headband with fluffed up bangs and I was probably in sweats and a T-shirt, she came up to me after the class.

"You know," she said, "You have one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen. It's just a shame it's on that body."

She then mentioned that if I ever wanted help reshaping the body I had been given that she would be glad to help. And I should mention that, at this time, I was 5'8" and 145 lbs. Hardly huge and who cared?

I never called her.

I looked her up recently to see what she is doing. She is now a motivational speaker.