Yesterday, a woman who works in my office building helpfully suggested to me that I get new pants. She said it in a sweetly snide way that let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn't complimenting my recent weight loss, but, shaming me for having baggy pants.
I would have been offended but...no.
Yes, I could use some new dress pants, but, until I am finished losing weight (which, I hope I am not), I don't intend to put a lot of money into a new wardrobe. And, it's not like the pants were falling off, they are just loose fitting.
In the event that they do start hanging off my hips like a gangsta, I might have to reassess my position. In the meantime, I might wear leggings to the office a titch more often (to save the delicate sensibilities of my building-mate, naturally) and I will hope for warmer, skirt-wearing weather.
Otherwise, I'm going to ignore the haters.
'Cuz, haters gonna hate.