In the last few years I seem to have developed a body shape that is problematic.
I didn't begin life with this odd, blobish shape, but seems I will end it looking like a mutilated Jet Puff marshmallow. Sort of oozy, squishy, bulging here and flat there.
I remember looking at my mother and thinking lady, you have let yourself go. It was the unkind thought of someone who thought they would forever look like an 18 year old. Yeah right. I have lived to regret those words because now, apparently, I have let myself go. Or more like it, my body went there all by itself without my consent!
But I am not alone. This morphing shape is not a problem unique to me. It seems my same aged worldwide sisters are for the most part in one of two camps. Too much butt or too much gut. Both present fashion problems.
I personally have grown so resentful of pants that dig into my gut, that make huge, painful gouges, that restrict my movements as I go through the day. I am so sick and tired of this that I have resorted to Value Village plumber pants. It is not attractive. But I have the all gut, no butt body. If my pants are large enough to not dig into my stomach, they fall off, since I have no butt. I schlepp around in skater boy pants, without the large boxer underwear looming up over the waistband. No, my apparel, and how it hangs dangerously close to sliding off my backside gets the response, from the kid, "Whoa! Mom! Too much visual!"
Hub said the other day, when did you become the woman who wears those pants. When? When I became the woman who owns this gut! He is thinking I should wear suspenders as watching my pants and what they may do at any moment gives him anxiety.
My figure is annoyingly tapered. My upper half is at least 2 sizes larger than the lower. I have huge shoulders, thick waist, thinner hips, no butt. Picture a tube of toothpaste. Picture trying to put a dress on a pig. A dress on a pig with suspenders.
I will not apologize for my pants! I have no one to impress. My hair is graying, my eyesight is pretty lousy, and if I want to wear pants that don't bite my gut, then by Gordon that's what I'm going to do! Just don't drop over unannounced or you'll see more than you bargained for. But at least I'm comfortable!
I didn't begin life with this odd, blobish shape, but seems I will end it looking like a mutilated Jet Puff marshmallow. Sort of oozy, squishy, bulging here and flat there.
I remember looking at my mother and thinking lady, you have let yourself go. It was the unkind thought of someone who thought they would forever look like an 18 year old. Yeah right. I have lived to regret those words because now, apparently, I have let myself go. Or more like it, my body went there all by itself without my consent!
But I am not alone. This morphing shape is not a problem unique to me. It seems my same aged worldwide sisters are for the most part in one of two camps. Too much butt or too much gut. Both present fashion problems.
I personally have grown so resentful of pants that dig into my gut, that make huge, painful gouges, that restrict my movements as I go through the day. I am so sick and tired of this that I have resorted to Value Village plumber pants. It is not attractive. But I have the all gut, no butt body. If my pants are large enough to not dig into my stomach, they fall off, since I have no butt. I schlepp around in skater boy pants, without the large boxer underwear looming up over the waistband. No, my apparel, and how it hangs dangerously close to sliding off my backside gets the response, from the kid, "Whoa! Mom! Too much visual!"
Hub said the other day, when did you become the woman who wears those pants. When? When I became the woman who owns this gut! He is thinking I should wear suspenders as watching my pants and what they may do at any moment gives him anxiety.
My figure is annoyingly tapered. My upper half is at least 2 sizes larger than the lower. I have huge shoulders, thick waist, thinner hips, no butt. Picture a tube of toothpaste. Picture trying to put a dress on a pig. A dress on a pig with suspenders.
I will not apologize for my pants! I have no one to impress. My hair is graying, my eyesight is pretty lousy, and if I want to wear pants that don't bite my gut, then by Gordon that's what I'm going to do! Just don't drop over unannounced or you'll see more than you bargained for. But at least I'm comfortable!