"Aurez-vous un petit garçon ou une petite fille?" →
So... I just got asked if I'm having a boy or a girl.
I'm not pregnant.
I'm not even really fat. I wear size 12 (US) on the bottom. I have a bit of a round belly and I'm chestacular (36 FF). I'm fit because I bike everywhere.
When I'm upset it's difficult for me to speak French, so I said very loudly, "OH, I'M JUST FAT." Which could sound a little tiny bit like "je ne sais pas" if it's said quickly and misheard. He accepted this and I walked away.
I've been asked this twice before, when I was wearing a winter coat. But never in summer, in a dress.
I'm not really mad -- although I do think it's rude to ask someone this if you're not 100% certain that they're pregnant. I just never want to go outside ever again. Ever. Again.
I hate that my body image (already flexible, to put it nicely) is so easily toppled by this. Some days I feel pretty decent and all it takes is an offhand, even friendly remark like this and I feel like a gross blob. Not that pregnant women are gross blobs, etc. I just know that my self-scrutiny is going to ramp up exponentially.
At least inside there are fans, and cats, and books and pens, and computer. I should be okay here for the next 40 years or so.
That's all I wanted to get off my chest (or gut, as it were.)