I was at a birthday party, and there were many people I didn’t know. I stood with my husband in the kitchen, and this nice guy approached us to introduce himself. He kept smiling and nodding at me. He took it upon himself to congratulate me. I was more confused when he made the grave mistake of asking when I was due. I remember looking at him with such discomfort and awkwardness that he instantly realized his error and was seized by embarrassment and guilt for shaming himself and me. I burst out laughing. He apologized profusely. I appreciated the apology but told him it was not necessary. I felt terrible for the guy because he kept trying to make up for his mistake. I guess the long dress I was wearing made me look pregnant. The funny thing was that I put on the dress at home and asked my husband if I looked fat, and he said no. So David deserved the evil eye from me. Luckily, I didn’t instantly start crying and rush away to get out of there. I was wearing my big girl panties. I was amazed it didn’t hurt my feelings, not as much as I should have felt. Although humiliated but delighted, I ate freely at the party, and after those days of fasting, I loved every minute of it. When it was time to leave, the poor guy quickly approached me, and we hugged while laughing it off. The fact is that I am short and a bit overweight. Being size extra-medium doesn’t feel great. What sucked most is that for the last two weeks, I have been calorie counting, eating healthy, and exercising regularly… I weighed myself, and I’d lost 5 pounds. I was so happy! That tiny bit of weight loss made me see my body more positively. And then this just crushed my good mood. I may regain the weight I lost over the weekend, but it doesn’t matter because I know I will lose it again.
However, it has motivated me to focus on my weight-loss journey, as I never want to feel like this again. I never want there to be any question of my being pregnant. I went home and burned the dress. Just kidding. I will make it my goal dress, and one day I will wear it again when I’m skinny. Note to self: If I want to know do I look fat, never ask the husband.