Woo Hoo! I'm not very fat!!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Saturday, I got the greatest compliment ever. So I thought I would share it with you all.

I have been dieting for…oh…25 years or so (I’m 33). And recently, this resulted in the loss of a couple of pounds and the purchase of a new pair of pants. So Saturday I put on my skinny pants and went to pick up my Little Sister, Elizabeth.

If you don’t have a Little Sister, I suggest you go out and get one right now. They are completely free. You just call your local Big Brother/Big Sister organization and they will tell you what to do. Then in a few weeks, VOILA! You will have an excuse to color, sing the Hokey Pokey, go to Chuck E. Cheese, and so forth. Depending on the age of your Small Person, that is. It’s sort of like having a baby, but without the pregnancy, changing of diapers, parenting, financial difficulties, or any of that stuff.

So, I show up in my skinny pants and Elizabeth’s big sister says, “You look pretty today!” I was quite pleased. I figured it had to be the new pants.

Then, in my truck on the way to our Big Weekend Event, Elizabeth said to me, “Laura, you look pretty today! And you look not berry fat too!”

Elizabeth is bilingual and her first language is Spanish. So her b’s and v’s sound the same. I hope I will be forgiven by the powers that be for finding her Hispanic accent charming and irresistible. I swear, I’m not making fun of her.

So. I’m not very fat! Hurrah! Which would you rather be:

  1. Not very skinny?
  2. Not very fat?

I’m sticking with number two. Here’s to the charming lack of tact that a 9-year-old posesses. And here’s hoping she learns some English words for “thinner” or “weight loss” over the next couple of years. You know, just in case the third-grade-teacher isn’t as optimistic as I am.

L

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What a lovely post :slight_smile: And what a great attitude you have too!

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Happiness is when your kid, after hearing you lament to your husband how much of a whale you’ve become, tell you you’re not that fat.

I say run with number two.

[sub]I wonder if that last sentence will summon lieu.[/sub]

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When I was about six years old, I insulted someone when I meant to compliment them.

We lived next to a family with four daughters. The oldest would have been about twenty at the time. She came out to the bus stop where the rest of us were, and she was wearing new jeans. This was just before the designer jean phenomenon, so instead of turning her into a swizzle stick, the jeans hugged every contour of her bodacious figure. I wanted to compliment her on this, but I knew personal remarks are a minefield, so, unfortunately, what came out was “You look kind of fat.”

Fortunately, she merely replied, “You look kind of skinny!” and stuck out her tongue at me. Well, I wanted to die, but instead I hastily explained what I’d really meant, and hopefully she believed me.

And I didn’t even have a language barrier…

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As someone who’s been overweight for, oh, EVER, I would definitely rather be “not very fat.” :slight_smile: And there is nothing in this world that makes you feel better than someone who has no need to compliment you going ahead and doing so, anyway.

My mother has to tell me I’m beautiful, it’s one of the requirements of motherhood. My best friend has to, also, lest she wake up one morning to discover that I cut all her hair off. :wink: It’s when someone you never even thought paid attention to your appearance decides to pipe up that makes you feel the best.

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You’re kinda not ugly too. :smiley:

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Compliments from Elizabeth are the bomb. Even the weirdish ones.

I’ve been wondering if there are other grades of being fat. Like if I’m not VERY fat, does that mean I’m still REALLY fat? Or SORTA fat? Or terrifically fat?

I don’t think I’ll pressure her for an answer. We girls are going to get our nails done on Saturday. I can’t wait!

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This thread reminds me of an experience … um, a friend … yeah that’s it … an experience a friend of mine had.

He wanted to compliment a neighbor on her recent weight loss. So he cheerfully offered that she was not as fat as she used to be.

This friend learned something very important that day …

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My husband informed me yesterday that I was to give him less for dinner because he’s “f***in’ fat!”

So I think being any kind of fat is better than that.

Which reminds of of the story he tells of when he was six, and visited his Aunt Frances. Auntie Fran was a large lady, and he went up to her and asked “Aunt Frances, do you weigh 300 pounds?”

I hope for her sake she was either under or over, because then she could honestly say no.