My faux middle manager at work came in dressed like a semi-slutty office ho. She usually wears dress pants, something sensible on top with too many tank tops underneath, and hideous boots from 1998. Today, however, she's wearing a pencil skirt that's too short for Catholic school but apparently not too short for work and a business shirt with pointy toed stilettos. I'm not gonna lie, she looks good, and I noticed, but since I see her everyday, there's a tinge of pathetic going on.
She recently got divorced and has been on a health kick because she wants to lose weight. And the fact is, that skirt is too tight. It will look good -10 LBs from now, but not today. Ditto for the shirt. My guess is she lost 5-10 pounds, felt proud of herself and went out and purchased the outfit she could fit into with the smallest size on the tag.
I guess this because I have done it. I have also eaten and entire pie in 1 evening before it was even finished cooking and then felt so bad about myself, I put on the smallest jeans I own (and a hoodie to hide the fact that they weren't buttoned) and went out to drink--mostly just to keep myself away from the second pie I managed to make without devouring.
True story.
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