Wednesday, May 08, 2013
I have a lovely colleague at J#2 who is a mother of 3, and about 30 years younger than I am. I really like her. She is bright, beautiful, sweet, strong, and creative. She looks like someone whom you want to hug. Whenever I see her, I smile. What is there not to like? She's working on her weight loss, and we give each other moral support when we are scheduled together.
She and I were closing last night, and were headed to the receiving room for the last little chore. I was a few feet ahead of her, and she remarked "You're so cute!" I laughed, thinking that it's because I'm this middle-aged woman, walking "with urgency" (as usual), and supposed that this might look "cute." She then said that I have "such a cute figure."
Stopped me dead. I did a quick and gracious recovery, thanked her, and puzzled over this.
I've lost 40 pounds over the past several years. I'm smaller than I was in high school. I wear 8s and 10s. I see a middle-aged woman with flabby, wrinkly arms and a big belly. She sees a cute figure.
You now know what I see when I look at her. I should probably tell her. I wonder what she sees when she looks in the mirror?