I work alone at my job. I walk to my car in the parking garage alone as well. During summer that didn't bother me much, it wasn't fully dark when I was walking to my car. I'm always hyper aware of everything around me as I walk. You will never catch me talking on my phone or texting while I'm heading to my car. But having pink pepper spray on my key chain will help ease the anxiety I feel while walking to my car. It will also give my dad-in-law some peace of mind because he is always worried about me, especially now since the latest robbery.
|my new pink pepper spray :)|
In other unrelated news, I'm noticing a lot of perfect bodies right now. Colorado is full of healthy and fit bodies, especially the area where Hubby works. It has helped to remind myself that those women with the perfect bodies that I was envying the other day probably don't feel like they have a perfect body any more than I do. I've been very self conscious about my own body lately too. I've been able to keep it from being the center of my focus but it has still been there.
Yesterday I had a little time to myself. I discovered a darling little shop called Uptown Cheapskate and ventured in. Think Plato's Closet but not cluttered, clean, no holes in the clothes I was trying on and super friendly staff. I scored 3 dresses, a skirt, 3 shirts, a sweater and 2 pairs of shoes for $45! One of the dresses I ended up buying put me in a bit of a tizz. I loved the fun colors and loved the way the top of the dress fit. I didn't love the way my hips looked in it though. Totally felt like a wide load. I came out of the fitting room to look in the mirror and the previously empty store suddenly had enough people that 3 different people commented on how pretty the dress looked on me.
I nearly flew back into the dressing room a hundred shades of red. A few moments later, still wearing that dress, I came out to grab some new items from my try on pile. The sales girl looked at me and asked if I was going to buy the dress because it looked so amazing on me. I felt kinda weird. I told her that I loved the top and the colors and that maybe I just needed to get over myself and the size of my hips and go ahead and buy it. This teenage girl got the most shocked look on her face and said, "But you're sooooo tiny. You have nothing to worry about!" I bought the dress. It still had the new tags on it. Originally $109 and I paid $4.19. It had to have been a case of the mirror lying again because I swear my hips looked double wide in that dress. But I listened to the voices of everyone around me (and the voice of a killer price tag) rather than the voice in my head. Now to see if I have the guts to actually wear it.
|hoping to get over myself and the size of my body and wear the cute thing!|
Last night I was pulling all of the clothes out of the bag and making Hubby appreciate my new treasures. (He really is a good man. He oooh-ed and ahhhh-ed at all the right times with no prompting from me.) Oldest child was still awake and after I had showed all the clothes I had bought, he looked at me and said, "Will that flower one even fit you?" SERIOUSLY?????? I shook my head and told Hubby to tell his son that he was one comment away from walking himself to bed (joking but still.....).
God bless that man! And I mean it! He accepted the challenge of a teachable moment and talked with our boy. Poor little guy was beyond confused when Dad said, "It isn't what you said, but what a woman will hear with a comment like that is, 'You're fat'. "
But I never said that!
I know, but that is still what a girl will hear.
Hubby told him to avoid talking about weight or age with women. He informed our son that if more men had learned that lesson, there would be much fewer fights in the world. He handled it in a lighthearted way that I loved. He also gave me a moment to regroup and realize that my boy really wasn't trying to insult me or hurt my feelings and he gave our son a life lesson that will serve him well throughout his life.
When Hubby informed Son that girls are crazy, I promptly and vigorously nodded my head. Yes, son, yes we are all crazy! We hear things you never said and we feel things that don't make sense. We are all crazy. Remember that, it may save you many a headache and heartache later in life!