I (25f) worked most recently at Macy’s before my current job. I enjoyed it fairly well, as most the people were pleasant to work with, and while people usually turned the aisles into a dumping ground during holiday season, it was pretty decent and people were sweet otherwise.

Anyway, one day I’m clearing out the fitting rooms and sorting things to be put away when out of nowhere this woman comes up to me - no introduction, no “hello, how are you?” or even an attempt to pretend she needed help with something - and she laid a hand on my stomach with the biggest sh*t-eating grin on her face and asked me how far along I was… as if to ask if I was freaking pregnant. I blinked at her slowly 5 times like she was a freaking alien, and inhaled deeply to control my rage just seething beneath the surface, and in that moment I decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

I told her the following at point blank: “Ma’am, I am not pregnant. Not even close. While childhood me would love to have little kids someday, I can’t because my doctor has located a uterine tumor the size of a baseball and I’m waiting for blood work and test results so my surgeon can determine if I’m a good candidate for a procedure to remove it. Now is there anything I can help you find in the store or do you need more details about my personal healthcare?”

Her hand recoiled from my belly faster than when you accidentally burn your hand on a curling iron while rushing to curl your hair 10 minutes before you walk out the door, and her face turned about 50 shades of grey. Her mouth opened and closed like a washed-up fish searching for water before she stammered out a shaky, barely whispered “sorry.” She then dropped her merch on the floor, turned on her heel and speed-walked out the door just as my manager was coming around the corner to check on my progress in the fitting rooms.

When questioned about the lady’s sudden retreat, I said she had a family emergency and had to leave immediately and didn’t give me her contact info to hold onto her merch. Oh well… guess she could kiss that brand new Michael Kors bag goodbye!

In any case, I think it’s one of the best responses I could have given her, considering I was very tempted to slap her for her pure entitlement and disrespect. Instead of getting verbally beaten to a pulp or called names, she got the lesson of a lifetime, and a moment filled with such embarrassment that she’ll think twice any time she sees a well-endowed lady. My body is mine and no one else’s, and even if I were pregnant, being pregnant does not make others automatically entitled to touch you. I am 5’3, and 170 lbs, and my stubborn fat was caused by meds I was given after I was given a misdiagnosis (that’s a story for another day). So the fact that my fat is due to a medical reason was technically true… I just exaggerated it to make a point.

Regardless, my point is that boundaries still exist, no matter what the situation. Still, I know some people might disagree with my methods. So AITA???