Wow. Have you lost weight?

On Monday, I had a doctor's appointment. Nothing serious, but as a matter of course, they took my weight. Yep, it matched the weight my scale had told me that morning and for most mornings for the better part of a year.

So I was quite surprised when I walked into our office lunchroom and someone yelled, "How much weight have you lost?"

Um, none. I indicated as such by making a zero with my thumb and index finger.

The same gal asked again "No, I mean, like since last summer?" Again, I answered with my fingers.

I was kinda embarrassed by this point, so when she asked "Then why do you always look so skinny?" I decided not to answer.

But, allow me to answer here. I am not the best dressed woman in the world, I don't always look skinny, and for the most part I leave my shapewear in the drawer.

Here's the big secret: I wear clothes that fit me. I know, crazy isn't it? Anyone who's watched at least six episodes of TLC's What Not to Wear knows that simple truth. So, why do we ladies not wear appropriately sized clothing?

Really, it's a NUMBER. And you look two sizes bigger when you don't wear the right number.

So why are we so obsessed with the number? For some reason, when I mention my size (no, I won't here) people are taken aback, like I'm lying. I'm not lying. I'm just not afraid of the number. I'm a girl with German and Belgian genes. There are some parts of me (my arms, for example) that are larger than others. If I drape fabric over those parts, it looks ok. If I stuff my large arms into small pieces of fabric like a sausage, guess what they look like? SAUSAGES.

There's the secret: I wear appropriately sized clothing. Wow. Call the press.