You know you need to go return to weightwatchers when this is the conversation that starts your day….
Twin girl: “are you wearing that?” Refers to dress that is adorning my figure.
She who grew them (me): yes
Twin girl in a pensive tone: “you look quite fat in that”
Scooping my jaw from the ground I managed to mutter “thank you” in an ironic tone
Twin girl: “you are quite fat mummy” in a more matter of fact voice.
Me with mouth hanging open… “Er, ok.”
Twin girl; “I think you may be the fattest person I know; you are smaller in jeans but in that dress you are gianormous.” Please note I resisted the urge to list people I feel may be, ahem, larger than me.
Following a weekend of knackeredness and no washing I have no other clothes options to wear to work.
Thus with my confidence destroyed I dragged my fat ass out of the house this morning and went to work, as twin girl called after me; “love you mummy”.