Wednesday, May 14, 2014

It's Easy Being Green

A woman yesterday
A stranger
Approached me.
She had something to say

She told me
That I shouldn't be wearing
My soft green shirt
She said
It was too bright
She said
I was already to visible
She said
That now I could be really seen\
She said
She couldn't imagine that I wanted
To be seen
She said
She was only telling me
to be kind

I said
Her words didn't seem kind
I said
Her words didn't feel kind
I said
Her words were unwelcome
I said
I like my soft green shirt
I said
I know I am easily seen
I said
If people looked
They would
See that the green matched my eyes
I said
If she were truly kind
Truly caring
She would have noticed
My soft green eyes.

She wanted
me to feel shame
I didn't
To celebrate
I'm wearing yellow.


Colleen said...

Dear Dave:

You look great in yellow and I bet green too.

I like the way you answered her "kindness". Maybe she will think about it and change her ways of being kind.


Anonymous said...

I now have a happy image of my mind of you, glorious in joyful yellow.

My mother had people telling her most of her life that because she was fat, she should dress in dark colors and try to minimize her visual impact. Mom had no time for that and instead preferred bright floral prints as a basic go-to. After her memorial service, my favorite of the memory cards that people had filled out was one that said simply, "Donna loved glitz."

Hurray for you and for rainbows and glorious color. (Or colour, rather... *grin*)

Anonymous said...

Some idiot told you to make yourself less conspicuous? Who appointed her the fashion police?

I think your next shirt should have huge Hawaiian flowers on it in ALL colors.


wendy said...

Unbelievable! Some people have a very strange idea of what constitutes kindness!

I'm glad to hear you're wearing yellow today! May I suggest hot pink for tomorrow.

Honestly! MY DAVE!

Anonymous said...

Here's an earworm for you:
"I am your sunshine,
Your only sunshine,
I make you happy,
When skies are grey,
I'll never know, dear,
How much you love me,
So please don't take your sunshine away"

Cheers to you in Sunny California!
(p.s. I expect you to hate me for planting this earworm in your ear!)

Maggie said...

It's always amazing how people think they know what total strangers should be doing. From my perspective, you look great in any color you want to wear -- and pretending to be invisible doesn't sound like your style atall.

So glad you told her she was being unkind. Clearly, she needs to know she doesn't sound good in unkindness.

Jeannette said...

Thank you, Dave. That was exactly what I needed to hear today, after a telephone encounter with a receptionist in my doctor's office who, in an apparent desire to be "helpful", told me that I was managing my arthritis all wrong, that I should do what she does, that I should ignore pain and live my whole life differently... I put up with her bullying spiel because I was too shocked at the moment to respond, but cried for an hour afterwards, and thought of you, thought that you would have handled it differently.
You are changing many lives, Dave, and not just your clients' lives.
Thank you.

clairesmum said...

today I will wear yellow, in honor of you, with gratitude for the way you are teaching me to hear and believe my own self!

Anonymous said...


if I will one day have to meet you,
whether you wearing green, yellow, pink or blue
I'd simply say "it is nice to easily find you!"

My mom is used to wear a bright orange cardigan when travelling with my dad, so he can find her faster in a big crowd...

:-) Julia

Anonymous said...

oh Dave, the first line should have been:
if one day I will have THE PLEASURE to meet you...

Anonymous said...


Ianto Jones said...

Thank you for sharing this with us!

My wife is beautiful -- even to those more objective than I.
And yet, it took me years to even begin to convince *her* of this simple fact.
Just because she is rounder than some think she should be (though she is choosing to shrink, carefully over time), and also because her face and its gentle curves show a trace of a genetic difference, which her family could never see as beautiful -- never mind that she is seldom without a smile, and goes out of her way to brighten the days of those she meets.

It *kills* me to go to family holidays with her, because those who are meant to love her best! take every chance to belittle her in the literal sense - to try to make her small.

They make her feel slow and stupid, though she is one of the most brilliantly creative people I've ever known, and one of the most genuine. Just because she is *different* from them.

She'd lost over 100#, and maintained it for many months (and counting). Her great-aunt told her she couldn't see any difference.

She has beautiful skin and needs no cosmetics, but her grandmother criticizes her natural beauty, saying she needs to hide her features with heavy makeup, to conceal any hint of difference.

She is finally willing to wear form-fitting clothing (she's below 200# for the first time since she was 15), and looks and feels better than ever (apart from completely separate issues pertaining to MS), but her older cousin cuts her down, saying she hasn't the figure for leggings, buying her shirts and blouses four sizes too big in order to hide her curvy figure (she has a classic hourglass, albeit a large one).

She actually looks *bigger* in ill-fitted clothing!

I'm focused in this post on her appearance, because her family's lack of acceptance has hurt her greatly for years.

I'm not even mentioning the million other things that make her so very attractive -- her quick wit, clever words, tendency to break into song at the drop of a hat, encyclopedic knowledge of Dr. Who, Harry Potter, and various comic universes...her huge body of poetical works.

The bubbly personality that had friends use the word Giggling[Her Name] as the suggested name for her LiveJournal.

Your post made me think of these things.

Because one of the rules we made, when we were weeding out her older clothes, was - no black. Not even darkest Navy.
No more of the mourning colours trying to drown her joy.

Only bright, happy colors. Because they make *her* happy!