The worst part was the lady continue to talk to us even after she asked the question. I just wanted to jump over the counter and beat the bejesus out of her and she acted as if nothing happened.

As I'm crying in the car, my husband tells me "if you don't like your body, work out." Well, the rational me would agree but then I turned into the irrational Sarah and all I could think "WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE MY BODY???"