The lie I told was to myself, standing in front of the mirror.
"Self?" I said.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Do we look fat in this dress?" Gazing at the mirror.
"Why, no. We look voluptuous and alluring. We measure VERY appropriately."
"Why, thank-you! Can we go out for many many drinks with our very thin friends, now?"
"Get thee to a brewery!" *
"Whheeeeee! Let's go"
And off we went. (And yes, I measure appropriately. Every single day.)
* I actually spent most of the weekend at my brother's house, discussing recent medical developments re: our dad. We're fucked, basically, but his doctors did throw us a scrap of a bone: he might get as much as a year, and we got confirmation that the idea of doing a bone marrow transplant is not off the table entirely. IF we do that we might get more.