Why is it we fluffy ladies insist on wearing decidedly un-fluffy clothing? Is it delusion, desperation, delirium, or are we just into discomfort and pain? I'll address these one by one.
Delusion: I cannot tell you how many times I have gone into the dressing room at my favorite department store with clothing that is 2 sizes too small in the vain hope that my body will shrink 2 sizes so that I won't have to admit to myself I'm REALLY a size Fluff-teen, or worse, Fluff-ty something. Better to just avoid the dressing room, buy the size I want to be, and figure out how to squeeze into it when I get home.
Desperation: Maybe if I wear this tight, hot sweater that covers my upper arms and my hips and everything in between, people will think I am skinny. Maybe if I squeeze into my daughter's jeans they will think I am also a 20 year old college student. Maybe if I Spanx myself from head to toe like an Egyptian mummy I will feel sexy in my party dress..I can breathe again tomorrow. Sound familiar?
Delirium: This actually comes AFTER I have Spanxed myself, put on my tight hot sweater, and my daughter's jeans and BEFORE I can breathe again. When I am delirious I am sure that I look smokin' hot and NOT like a Johnsonville brat.
So now we come to the reason for my rant. Discomfort and pain and my wish to never experience these things related to how I dress ever again. Who was it who said "beauty is pain?" Well it was probably a man, but if not-she's a moron!! There is nothing remotely beautiful about being sweaty, short of breath, and in pain. It's not worth it ladies. Just...let it go. Buy the most beautiful, breezy, soft, comfy- yes, fluffy- clothing you can find IN YOUR SIZE and sink in. Drape yourself in chiffon, silk, cotton, or whatever feels good and fits right and float yourself into a room like an Arabian princess. Life is too short for tight clothes.
XO
Kim
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