I went to a really fun, albeit emotionally intense, wedding this weekend. It may be one of the most fun weddings I've been to. There was free wine and beer, the chicken dance and the electric slide, noodles in chinese food take-out boxes, and an eclectic mix of fun people. I wore this cute little party dress that belongs to my sister. It was adorable and it gave me the hourglass shape that I don't normally have due to being built like a plow pulling ox. I got quite a few compliments...and there was THIS conversation (not totally verbatim because it's been a few days and I've forgotten...but it's pretty fucking accurate):
(Me walking past a large and full table. Pause as older woman grabs me by the arm to talk to me)
Her: You know, we already wore those dresses back in the 1950s.
Me: Oh, I love this style of dress. But geez, were you able to breathe in these dresses because I can barely breathe right now.
Her: Oh, well we weren't nearly as chunky back then.
Me: Oh...
Her: It was after the war, I guess we just didn't have as much food back then.
Me: Oh...
Seriously, this is the second time in the last six months that some older person has called me chunky. Well, I guess that's better than when my mom squeezes my muffin top and asks me what I've been eating lately.
2 comments:
I remember when you went to that Halloween wedding- but I like the idea of the chinese food boxes.
Anyway!! Was that lady chunky? I would have said (if I had enough liquid courage) "Well you're certainly chunky now lady!" Or made some comment about her age... old bitches, what can you do?
Yeah she was older and chunky. I actually wasn't nearly as offended as everybody else because let's face it, I've been hearing that shit from Asian women my whole life.
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