Ok so the first of TWO ten year reunions (went to two high schools, the first one for three years but I graduated from the other) about a week ago. Before hand mom and I went dress shopping. Now I hate clothes shopping to begin with but dress shopping even more so. Then on top of that I was looking for a dress to wear in front of people I hadn't seen in almost 11 years. (This one was the school I went to for the first three years). And then to make matters all the more "fun" my mother doesn't understand that I know if something will fit or not just by looking at it. And I AM BUSTY STRAPLESS DOES NOT WORK!!!!!! One would think that being even bustier than I am she would understand this. I am not trying on something I know will not work. It just makes me even more depressed. So mom ended up extremely pissed off at me because I was being "picky". Picky is refusing something because you don't like it. Not refusing because it won't fit. Or was made for someone twice my age. Sorry it's a reunion seeing people I haven't seen in years and knowing half of them are less than half my size. Exspecially when the last time all these people saw me I was only about 130lbs and a DD. Now I am way heavier and way bustier. Eventually found a dress that would work, not a great dress but one that didn't make me look 500lbs or like a multi breasted alien, or that wouldn't get me arrested for indecent exposure. Plain simple black dress. And now I get to do it all over again for the next reunion. It isn't as formal as the first and we will be outdoors instead of in a hotel, but will be bar hoping after so I want to look good. It's also a small town (33 students in the graduating class) So I can't do anything too daring even if I did win most outrageously dressed in the senior class.......
God I miss those fake snake skin pants.....bright green and gave me a rocken ass....but that was ten years and five pant sizes ago.
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