Two days, two chances to fatshame I'll start with a little note because it seems to get so much hate on here: I have purple hair. Dark, almost black purple at the top that gets brighter away from the roots- if I pull my hair back it looks normal from the front. When I wear it down, it's obvious that it's purple.  So, Friday child and I went to see Zootopia with his grandma. We get there, get settled in and I decide to make a bathroom run before the movie starts. As I'm walking by the bar in the theatre, someone behind me squeals. "Oh. Em. Gee. I LOVE your hair!" I turn to see a butterhuffer leaning on the bar. Ughhhh. "Thanks" I murmur as I continue walking away, praying in my head that she's gone when I have to pass to get back to the theatre. No such luck.  "Hey... You! Purple! What do you use to get it that color?" Turns to the cute male bartender "Wouldn't that look amazing on me?" He rolls his eyes. She's physically blocking the small path, so I could either end this conversation or be trapped.  "Oh, I get it online but I don't think you should. It doesn't look right on everyone"  She gets huffy. "But it looks good on you!"  "Thanks. But I have a different complexion- it's not red from abuse and 'beetus" and I push past her. I'm normally not that bold, but it was a really bad day and I just wanted to go see a movie with my baby.  Yesterday we went to the rodeo. Lots of fun, I love farm animals... But there are always fatties everywhere. Oh well. So we are waiting in line and just talking about a band that we love, and the word Alpha comes up (it's the name of the guitarist). Some grotesque beast turns around and remarks "you know, I could be your alpha". Ewww. No. Before I could respond, child has already started. "You are no Alpha. I bet you couldn't even get a guitar around your belly! Alpha isn't fat" Fatty just turned around and sipped his beetus drink.  That's been my weekend so far, and I can't stop laughing. When it rains, it pours.