This morning I went to church early to set up. By 9:00 a.m. I felt the universe was telling me to go home, put on sweatpants and attempt to re-start the day later. An older woman told both me in one breath how pleased she was that her daughter was pregnant, and hadn't I lost weight in the last few weeks? Double yuck- joyous family news and weight comments. I think it's just my haircut that's narrower. I obeyed the call back to bed and returned to church for a wedding reception a few hours later, nodding along to comments about how lovely the service was (that I hadn't attended).
Is it ever considered polite to comment on someone's weight? Though the comments are always about you being "less than," but you wonder what you looked like to people when you were "more than."
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