Don’t ever tell me that I’ve lost weight. Don’t tell me I look thinner.
I fucking hate it.
First of all, I haven’t, and I don’t. Lost weight or look thinner, that is. I don’t diet; I don’t lose weight. And even if I did, I stopped weighing myself about seven years ago so I wouldn’t know it.
Second of all, I’m not that fat to begin with. My friend Sean and I used to talk about this all the time. People who haven’t seen us in a while always say we look like we’ve lost weight, so he and I came to the conclusion that, in their minds, we live as obelisks.
Third of all, it’s none of your fucking business! Would you say, “Boy, your acne has really cleared up!” By making a statement about my imaginary weight loss, you’re condemning whatever I supposedly looked like previously.
Tell me I look smokin’ hot. Tell me you love my new shirt. But don’t fucking tell me I’m “shrinking”.
It’s an utter lack of imagination on the part of others. Why not say, “Wow, you look radiant!” or “Gee, I’ve missed your great smile!” or even just “it is so good to see you again”? I think sometimes people forget what others look like in the flesh, and “have you lost weight” really means “I don’t remember you looking so alive!” Anyway, you’re right, it can be a back-handed compliment. Once someone said to me, “You look like you’ve lost weight – if you care about that sort of thing.” I was pleased that she was aware I might be perfectly content with my weight, even if it was NOT within “standards.”
you look smokin’ hot. and i’m not the only one who thinks so. so there.
Unless I’m mistaken, I’ve only ever greeted you by commenting on how much I’d like to eat breakfast off your smokin booty. :)