Saturday night I went to a concert.
I looked good, if I do say so. A snazzy new pink dress. Pink lipstick. Blonde wild curls.
It had been a humid day, the best kind for making perfect curls.
Here’s a serious selfie and a smiling selfie complete with photobombed bunny ears.
No big deal, right? Except after the concert I met up with a friend who was seated on the floor of the church. I’d been in the balcony. We met over coffee and cake in the church parlor.
And then it began.
“How much weight have you lost? You’ve lost weight, right? You’re practically slipping away into nothing. I couldn’t recognize you you’ve lost so much weight. How much weight have you lost anyway?”
Now to be clear, I haven’t lost much weight. Maybe five pounds since the whole talk of knee replacement surgery began back in November. That’s less than one pound a month, if I quickly do the math.
Here’s the post where I talk about the knee surgeon’s recommendation that I lose weight to help avoid surgery.
I weigh more than 200 lbs. Even if I’d lost more weight, I’m hardly slipping away into nothing. I’m pretty solidly, largely here.
Like Tracy, I hate the you’ve lost weight, you look great talk.
I think that night I did look great but I don’t think it was about weight at all. Nice dress, good hair, pink lipstick and toenails! But if you look good, it must be that you’d lost weight, right? Sigh.
And what’s with this “slipping away into nothing” talk. Why is that a good thing? Can’t women, shouldn’t women, proudly take up space?
I’m curious friends, followers, and readers, how to you handle weird, well meaning weight loss comments? What do you say?
