I was just recently packing for yet one more trip, this challenging by trying to choose what, from my restricted collection of camera-ready clothes (“camera-ready,” in this case, indicating ‘having a pattern that doesn’t cause seizures in any type of eventual watchers as well as is not white or black’) would be appropriate for both a taped interviewy thing as well as a taped rock concert, as well as as I was trying stuff on, I discovered myself asking the eternal question:
“Does this make me look fat?”
Luckily, I was only asking myself, not pestering my long-suffering husband. (He likes to make himself scarce while I’m packing; he doesn’t requirement to boost his store of profanity.) We have a deal: I don’t ask him if I’m fat, as well as he doesn’t ask me where his budget as well as secrets are. (We break this deal, like glass, in situations of emergency.)
At the moment of asking, though, I stopped for a minute. Why is “fat” immediately the one thing that need to be avoided? I’m not speaking “need to be airlifted from home for medical attention,” fat, I’m speaking “fifteen additional pounds from a crappy winter” fat. (Not that the degree truly matters.) Why, of all the aesthetic options that can be made, is “slim” the one that has to be prioritized? Why am I not asking myself, very first as well as foremost, “Does this make me look unhappy?” or “Does this make me look boring?” or “Does this make me look fashion-victimy?” or “Does this make me look like a checking out area alien, as well as not in the attractive lamé-bikini-and-boots way?”
So I stopped asking the “fat” question, as well as started asking the “unhappy” one, as well as this is one of the things where the response was “No, it doesn’t make you look unhappy. rather the reverse!” But: does it make me look as well HAPPY, aka crazy? (I already understand that it doesn’t make me look slimmer, as well as that’s okay.)
Here’s a close-up:
It’s a skirt that utilized to be a ordinary circle, without a waistband, as well as just recently I got worn out of skirts without waistbands, so I took it apart as well as added one. (With rather a bit of cursing as well as muttering, I may add.) The material is from Ikea; someday I’m going to walk into someone’s home using this as well as match all their couch cushions. then it will make me look crazy, however I’ll be happy, so I don’t care.
I’m NOT rather sure this is really camera-ready (stripes may be bad, right?) however if it does end up airing (and indeed yes I will provide you all details when I understand them) I’m sure they’ll publish some type of warning.
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