So. I have this OLD North Face fleece that I just adore. I wear it a lot, but not usually out in public. It's has kinda of a funky zipper and weird angled side pockets, so the front stomach area kinda pooches out. It makes me look outrageously pregnant, but I still wear it anyway. It's comfy.
My gym members see me every. single. day. They see me working out. They see me in yoga pants. They see me in spandex. And, yes, I'm thicker than I used to be (thanks to the wonders of birth control), but my stomach is still relatively flat. Relatively speaking. Anyway.
I wore this favorite fleece of mine today (because it's black and my work fleece is black and I totally grabbed the wrong one), and I received the following comment, "I didn't realize you were pregnant and moving and getting married!! Congrats!" I really could only respond with, "Thanks, but I'm not pregnant. I'm just fat." I really had no other words to say. I know I made him feel like an asshole, but come on. You saw me yesterday in tight ass yoga pants with a relatively flat stomach and this "belly" wasn't there 24 hours ago. It's the fleece, thankyouverymuch.
