Trauma in the Dressing Room
I felt the need to share this with you today. I’m hoping after I do the ugly memory will go away.
I went for a little retail therapy recently to clear my head and hopefully find some clearance deals. It was a rag top day so I was feeling better before I even got to the mall.
There is a particular brand of jeans that have become very popular and I had never tried them on. I won’t mention the brand but suffice to say I have no daughters. Anyway… my head was clearing quite nicely and I was feeling optimistic. I took a size ten and a size eight into the dressing room.
The ten was huge. I’m thinking, “I’m going to love this brand if I can wear an eight!” The eight was too big!
You may think that would make me ecstatic but you underestimate my ability to smell a rat. At that point I was just pissed they would underestimate women in general. I haven’t worn a six in about thirty years!
Granted I may have lost a little weight this year, but not three sizes! If I bought these jeans I would have to wear them inside out so the whole world could see I was wearing a size six, even knowing they wouldn’t believe it either. I’ll stick with my Lee jeans.
I laughed it off and refused to let their little ploy spoil my afternoon.
Continuing to scour the sale racks I found a very cute maxi skirt, and maxi skirts are very ‘in’ this year, as I’m sure you know. Not being delusional after the jeans experience I took a medium into the dressing room.
The skirt was a very soft jersey knit and it felt so comfortable when I put it on I barely gave a second thought to buying it. Then as I was about to take it off something caught my eye.
Here’s my internal dialogue…
“That’s odd… I didn’t think this skirt was lined. What is bunching up underneath?”
Then as I lifted the skirt to look I was traumatized by what I saw.
“Who the hell do those legs belong to??!”
I must interject that I’ve had my dealings with cellulite over the years. You need not be overweight to have cellulite, it’s cruel like that. I was aware it hadn’t just disappeared but I never thought it would turn into lumpy drapes?!
We all know how ghastly the lighting is in dressing rooms. Nope… couldn’t blame the lighting. Although I believe stores would sell more clothing if they improved that little problem. But, then I might have purchased the skirt and had this horrifying experience in a public place or ended up on one of those ‘Walmart shopper’ sites, you know what I mean.
Moving on…I did come across the perfect skirt. It’s the crinkly kind you twist into a knot in between wearing’s. It resembles what has happened underneath.
It won’t be long and my ankles will resemble the rolled down stocking look you see on old ladies…while not having any stockings on!
Thank you for letting me share this little trauma and for not judging. If you have any similar stories to share I promise I won’t judge either.