That was what happened to me this afternoon. I was trying on bathing suits and I don’t know that the word horrify can full explain what it felt like to have myself surrounded by mirrors and being able to see myself from all angles. To start the experience was the realization that I am no longer a small, medium or large. I had to buy an extra large. I remember the days when my entire bathing suit was made of about a square foot of material. Now it is more like drapery. Getting the suit on took effort even though the store was air conditioned. It was a sweaty effort. Looking at myself squirming and wiggling, wogging and rearranging was a sight to behold. And then when I got the bathing suits on. meh Double meh. Not enough meh’s in the world to even describe the one that looked the best on me. I figured if I kept a cover-up on until just before I get in the water it will pass with the bare minimum standards. That being, it covers up my body enough to prevent me being arrested.
The fake woman looks better in this bathing suit that I do in mine. *sigh* That said, I have lost almost 5 pounds. I have been going to T.O.P.S. and headed in the right direction.