The first time I ever tried to have a spa experience that was more than a mani/pedi, I was at a fancy hotel in Atlantic City. I’d had a massage before but it was more therapeutic than relaxing, so this time I wanted something really special. I treated myself to a soak and an hour-long massage, but when I got to the spa the largest robe they had didn’t fit. I had to wrap myself in what I could of the robe and use a towel to cover the rest of my bits. It was embarrassing and distressing to be in a place where I was literally naked and vulnerable that was not for me.
So, when I read about Ann Grauer being denied service at a Chicago spa, I remembered in visceral detail every moment of that experience. She went to a spa that she’d been to before for a service she’d received before, only to be told this time that there was a weight limit for women (but not for men). Grauer’s story came to my attention through an article in The Lily, a magazine of The Washington Post.
After reading about Grauer’s experience, Maggie Spear wrote and drew about how her own shame and fear kept her from going to a spa to the point where she struggled to even pamper herself in her own home. Here are some panels about Grauer’s experience and her own perspective: