Why? Because, dog-nab-it, my big fat you-know-what has gotten too dern huge to squeeze into anything!
So I browse the racks, bumping up to the "chubby" size section, and take my selections to the dreaded Cubicles of Doom. yes, the fitting rooms. Big huge mirrors, lights brighter than the sun, totally unforgiving environment for viewing the bumps and bulges that erupt when trying on garments. ugh.
But, there's a sweet spot... While picking out the super-sized shorts, I couldn't help but notice the cute dresses! oh my. And unlike the rather tailored, structured fit of the shorts, these dresses have no arguments with my waistline.. they're practically one-size-fits-all, and instead of making me suck it all in to fit a certain number on the chubby size range, these babies just SLIIIIIIIIIDE over the curves and STREEEEEEETCH over the bumps! Kind of like a mumu. yeah, that's it. I need to start wearing mumus. With big pockets for carrying a handful of peanut m&ms everywhere i go. you never know when you might get hungry.
and yeah, this was kind of ridiculous. taking selfies in the changing room. and what's even more ridiculous...i ended up buying both of these sweet thangs, even though they'll probably just hang in the closet forever since i have no life unless wearing a dress to the grocery store is considered painting the town red. oh well. a girl can dream.
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