So the other day I'm hanging out with the Stepford Wives and our children. All these moms look the same--all fit and trim and tan and perfectly made up, you know the kind. They are almost all very kind and welcomed me when I moved here, included my kids with theirs, etc.
But. You knew there was a but. We're sitting there watching the kids play, and one of the moms says something about the "pudge" (a few ounces on her) she's not been able to lose since Christmas. She scans the crowd, slowly, and her eyes come to rest on me. Her lips lift in a half smile and she says, perfectly pleasantly, "Well, you know what I mean."
I just about fell over. I am five, count em, FIVE pounds from my "ideal" weight (thanks, Weight Watchers!). But in this crowd, I'm pudgy. Should I laugh or cry? Someone hug me, quick!
Why do people say things like this?!
But. You knew there was a but. We're sitting there watching the kids play, and one of the moms says something about the "pudge" (a few ounces on her) she's not been able to lose since Christmas. She scans the crowd, slowly, and her eyes come to rest on me. Her lips lift in a half smile and she says, perfectly pleasantly, "Well, you know what I mean."
I just about fell over. I am five, count em, FIVE pounds from my "ideal" weight (thanks, Weight Watchers!). But in this crowd, I'm pudgy. Should I laugh or cry? Someone hug me, quick!
Why do people say things like this?!
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