Saturday, May 9, 2009
I'm not a quick thinker.
I'm a processor, the tortoise who manages to finish behind the hare, a slow-poke. I'm behind the times in many ways, often socially oblivious, a dreamer.
Imagine my surprise (a few weeks ago, you know, the slow processing translates to slow writing) when I woke up to the reality that I am living in middle-aged skin. Over time, my skin has changed as slowly as I process information. The reality smacked me in the eyes and heart right there in the JC Penney dressing room.
The one by the Old Lady dresses.
Where I was shopping for my first dress in many, many years.
The last time I got myself a new dress was for Brian and Sharon's wedding. They have four children now. Obviously I am not a big fan of dresses.
I shopped three times for something to wear to Steph and Paul's wedding. The first two times, I did not find anything worth removing my comfy clothes to try.
I did not like anything.
Until I went to the Old Lady section.
Of JC Penney.
That should have been a warning of sorts, but you know, I am a slow processor.
So I tried on two dresses. I liked them both, but I didn't much like what I saw in the mirror. There were bulges and saggings and genuine jiggles.
On my body.
Under my skin.
Affecting my appearance and overall mood.
And then something even stranger happened. Like the time over a year ago when I unconsciously moved the menu a foot further from my face so I could see it.
I considered the merits of a girdle.
Posted by stefanie at 8:09 AM