I hate getting dressed. It’s no secret. I am just not good at it. Some people effortlessly drift into their closets and assemble outfits that suit both their bodies and the occasion. I can do neither.
My still post-partum, over 40 body has stumped me. It can’t seem to decide what it wants to be. One day I’ll look in the mirror and think, “I can live with this,” and later that same day it’s as if someone has switched my mirror out with one of those circus side-show models that morphs your body into a mass of wideness and awkward angles.
I’ll leave the house thinking that I look pretty good, and later catch myself in a store window and think, “Ugh”. That’s all. Just, “Ugh.”
Shopping is a nightmare. Time and time again I will leave a store confident that I have purchased wisely. I will be certain that the contents of my bag will look just as good on me at home as they did in the store. And time and time again I will come home and (more…)