Justify my food

I was hanging out with Georgia, Zaina and Zaid (Zaina's younger brother) today when Zaina told us an embarassing food story. I won't write it here, since it's hers, but it reminded me of something that happened when I was at a tea a few weeks ago. I have a friend who likes throwing tea parties, a fact that I love because not only do I love food in general, but I especially love tea and scones and small sandwiches. I still remember the time in high school I came home to a table set with my mom's best china and a tea spread out for us (I had mentioned loving tea parties the night before). So anyway, I was at this tea party and had gone back for seconds. I came back to the coffee table with four cookies on my plate and assorted other things. A minute or so later a woman, someone I had met no less than an hour before, hollered out, "Hey, I figured if Hope can take 4, why shouldn't I be able to take 3?!" I froze. And then slowly turned around to glare at her at which point I think it sunk in that she'd just done something really dumb and really insecure. I placated myself knowing that her food psychosis did not involve me and I had made her feel more comfortable in taking the amount - I guess - she wanted. So maybe next time you go to pile your plate high, take comfort in knowing you are making someone else's day a bit brighter, a bit easier - at least in the sense that calling you out might make her less inclined to throw up later.