I used to be stylish. I used to care a lot about what I wore. Let's face it, when you are "plus sized" if you don't pay attention to yourself and if you didn't get blessed with "such a pretty face" (that quote will have its own blog one day) you really can't compete in the world of vanity... So, knowing I had to compensate for the extra this and that around here and there, I was a good dresser.
Then 3 kids later, a stay at home job - two of them to be exact, and chasing two of three of my children for most of the day, fashion has taken a backseat. I really didn't think it was too bad until my friend Cheri told me that by 3:00 if I haven't at least brushed my hair and put on at least some semblance of an outfit, even if it was sweats and a semi-matching t-shirt, she was going to stage a major intervention. I don't know, but if you ask me, that in itself was a sort of passive aggressive intervention... and there ain't nothin' passive aggressive about Cheri.
But then I observed the world around me. Maybe I'm not as bad off as I thought. OK, so I only have one pair of jeans, and I have too many over sized swing cardigans (we lumpy women are so thankful for this fad). but THANK GOD I do not have a denim jumper in my closet. Why oh why people? Please put them away. They hide nothing. They are ugly, and I don't care if you have let yourself go, there is no reason in the world to punish yourself for becoming a mother. Please, go to Wal-mart or Cato or a yard sale for goodness sake and update yourself.
So, there, I've made myself feel better. My hair still isn't brushed and I haven't changed clothes yet and I certainly have not had a shower, but I AM NOT WEARING A DENIM JUMPER!!! And if any of you ever, ever catch me in one of those things, please do more than a gentle reminder. Stage a full-on intervention, with locked doors, tissues and tears and perhaps a Visa gift card preferably minus Stacy and Clinton.
2 years ago