The past few days I have been surrounded by admirers telling me how skinny I look and how my clothes seem like they are just hanging on me. I love this sort of thing, especially since I have not actually lost and a single ounce. People ask me my secret and then I ramble on and on about how it was a lot of dieting and hard work at the gym.
I am lying.
My secret is that I went to Macy’s and bought clothes three sizes too big. The clothes literally swallow me up. I look like Kate Moss, but without the scowl.
I walk around the house and my new jeans slide down my hips a little. So I reach for the chocolate cake.
I figure I earned it.