OK, last fat entry ever. Also happened a work, a virtual minefield of weight-ism. In the oh so glamorous snack bar, where you can get a lentil soup so bland it would lead any good Turk to consider Armenian genocide, the "lady of the house" says: Oh, you're pregnant! I stare at her for a second, then say: No, I just haven't lost all the baby weight. She: How long ago? Me: Two years. She: I'm sorry you have lost the baby. Try again dear. And pats my hand.
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