Tonight at the gym.
Turbo and I are in the locker room. I’m dressed and ready to go, but she takes forever. So, she was there in her undies doing whatever she does that takes so darned long instead of getting dressed.
There were other kids around, of course, and other moms, and other ladies, and we were all just chatting. I mean, between Turbo and I, we knew almost everyone in there.
This is a weird post. Be prepared. I don’t want this to sound wrong or awful.
So, Turbo is there shivering because she’s just in her underwear and she has absolutely zero body fat, and I’m giving her the can-you-hurry-up-and-put-some-clothes-on-so-we-can-go-please face so she begins to busy herself digging her clothes out of her bag.
Pan to small, kindergarten-ish child behind her who, is just staring at Turbo. I hear this tiny nugget say, “Look at that girl. Look at her arms and stuff.” to her mom. Everyone hears it. Everyone looks over at Turbo, and just…looks. Count: one…two…three…four…Then, they look at me. Then, they look away, embarrassed. I continue to look at them. I continue to look at them all, until Turbo is dressed and ready to walk out of the locker room. Somehow, with her constant chattering, she missed the entire thing.
I get it. Turbo is ripped. Turbo looks like no other kid I’ve EVER seen. Ever. It’s one thing when she’s dressed and you can only see her arms or her legs or whatever, but standing in the locker room in her undies was a different story. It’s not like anyone was being pervy or weird. No one even looked at her like that until that kid said something and drew everyone’s attention to her body. And so, I don’t blame them, not really. They were just caught off-guard. It just made me wonder…how much longer do we have before Turbo does notice the turned heads, the stares, the whispers, and the watchers, and what do we do when she does? More importantly, what will she do?