She has also seen me at my thinnest (pre-kids) my heaviest (literally ready to have the baby in the office kitchen) and my happy in-between (Blaming my FUPA on my kids, when it is really a just the result of too much pizza, bagels and wine). Whatever.
When she, a few years older than me, and way more polished and proper and about two sizes thinner, came to me with a dilemma about a formal event and the need for an evening dress, I was at the ready to help.
On one hand, her coming to me wasn't a surprise -- colleagues have made remarks that I don't wear the same outfit twice. And I am pretty proud of my closets and owning over 100 pair of shoes. So it is my rep to have A LOT of clothes and thereby, options. But, to be honest, while I was flattered – I was surprised she was asking me at all to possibly lend her something.
“So, do you have anything?” she asked.
“Um, sure! Yes!” And I did. I had dresses from a size 8 to 18 without a doubt. But…there was one thing that was tugging at me.
“Of course, you can borrow anything” I said “But well, you know you are, um, well, um…”
She helped by attempting to figure out my concern “what? Is it because you are curvier than me?”
And I hesitated before I responded to my boss and thought about the years of us working together and her knowing me well and was like, fuck it and said, “well yes, that is true. But I was actually going to say that I am more slutty than you.”
“Yes I thought of that” she said.
Well, as long as I put that out there - let's bring out the high-slit, low-cut, Spanx mandated gowns. Maybe while we are trying out dresses - I can teach her how to do the limbo in stilettos.