“me!” She started to turn around, and then she looked back at me. “And I love your confidence, by the way,” she commented, pointing at what I was wearing. “That actually looks really good on you.” My lips parted, but words didn’t come out. What the fuck? It wasn’t the first time that backhanded compliment had been thrown at me. It always held the tone of condescension. But each time, it grated on my nerves more. Because it wasn’t about my confidence. It was about their perceived judgment of my body and their disbelief that I managed to be confident despite what I looked like in their opinion. And it usually came from people who would swear up and down they were being complimentary.”