So, I'm so angry, depressed, ticked off right now that I can't see straight.
As I posted earlier, I needed to go clothes shopping because I've gone from a 22/24 to an 18 almost 16. I am tired of looking like a deflated clown in MC Hammer pants. So, after work, I dropped the kids off with hubby to do some smaller shopping. The experience was HORRIBLE!!!!
First, everything in an 18 was hideous. Of course, when I was a 24 all the cute clothes were in an 18. Now, all of the cute clothes are in a 24!!! I took the clothes I could find to the dressing room. BIG MISTAKE!!! While they fit (yeah), I got a look at the full body mirror that I've avoided almost my entire life.
You know when you really see what your choices have done, it's depressing. So, apparently I have vericose veins on the back of my leg AT 38!!!! Of course, I've never seen them before because the mirror is my enemy. And if the veins weren't decoration enough...the fat from my thigh has apparently begun to hang by my knee resulting in a hanging mass on the back of my knee that looks like a cross between a rear end and a dear hoof. AND MY FEET LOOK LIKE A SUMO WRESTLER'S.
Now, I'm really depressed. So, I move on to another high end store that I use to be able to buy nice plus sized high end suits from. They had the cutest suits in size 0 and only 2 of the most hideous suits in the plus size. The sales person keeps looking at me like...I'm so sorry that you wear this size.
And then Dorothy (the name I gave her) comes up to me and asks if I can wear an 18 misses. AAARRGHHHH!!!! If I could wear a regular 18, I WOULDN'T BE IN THE WOMEN'S SECTION!!!! And who asked you Dorothy, anyway. I haven't worn misses since 7th grade!!!!
So, home I head ready to eat the pizza that the kids are having for dinner. As I'm looking at all of the size 0s, I can't imagine how all of this will ever fit into anything in the misses section!!! THERE'S MORE....to get to my car, I had to go through the swimsuit section (can't tell you what a joy that was).
I'm almost in tears now and then....drum roll please....VICTORIA'S SECRET. I had to walk past Vickie's with the posters of all of those anorexic aliens magnified like 300x. And then the security guard starts checking me out...not interested, happily married....but then I'm upset because he looks like someone's drunk uncle. Now isn't that flattering....
And now I really want the pizza on my dining room table that my naturally thin, runner of a husband wanted for dinner.
Sorry had to vent. Thanks for reading. Today is a low point....