If you have been following you will know that I have gone quite a way to achieve some weight loss. I have lost about a stone now. People have started saying things like "Oooh you look AMAZING!" and things like that. This is not all together true, I am a mere mortal who has lost a bit of flab. However, I was lulled into a false sense of security that made me think "HELL YES... I can totally try ANY dress on in a size 14 and look totally HOT."
I'm not sure why I thought this, I am a fully grown woman with three children. I know my limitations. My skin is pale and sometimes looks like corned beef, my bottom and thighs wobble and I have quite a few stretchmarks, in fact, I'd go as far as to say I have ranked my stretchmarks in order of preference, and yes, I do have a favourite one.
So anyway, I thought that I would go on a "trying ALL the dresses spree." I totally forgot three main rules in my life:
a) I hate shopping
b) I hate trying things on
c) I hate changing rooms
Regarding c) - changing rooms are hateful places to me. Did you know that you have to actually queue to get in one nowadays? What the actual hell is going on??
Anyway, I decide to brave all of these most hated things - to "treat" myself for losing weight. Only I forgot that I am still me. I've lost a bit of weight but I am still the same insecure, slightly overweight normal-looking woman with corn-beef skin and favourite stretchmarks.
I like myself, don't get me wrong. But I am nothing if not honest and a realist.
And so, in those changing rooms I realised that I am not
Whatever it is - I have changed. But not that much.
|Who am I and what is this pose all about?|
I think in future I should remember my a) b) and c) and not expect some crazy transformation to happen because I pick different clothes.
Damn changing rooms.
Best to just try clothes on as illustrated below, I reckon. Hanger over the head. Be careful not to get stuck. And always make sure you have an eleven year old "assistant" with you to take dodgy photos at all times. It's a BIT bonkers, but who cares. Ain't nobody got time for changing room traumas.