Did you read my last post?
Do you know I order swimsuits online instead of going into stores because I don't want perfect strangers to hear my shrieks of disgust and horror? I only like to shriek in the privacy of my own home while around those individuals who are supposed to love and support me. "Supposed" is the operative word here.
My new swimsuit arrived in the mail. I was actually able to squeeze my body into it. The color was perfect because it was black and everyone knows black is "slimming."
I started feeling optimistic. I left the privacy of my bathroom and ventured through my house to get the opinions of others. This was a mistake.
I found my husband in the kitchen:
Me: I need you to be totally honest. Do you like this swimsuit?
Hubby: Hmmmm.
Silence
Hubby: Does the ruffle bother you?
Silence
Hubby: I mean, (awkward pause) I guess I don't really know what is in style these days?
Silence
Hubby: Am I (awkward pause) really bad at this?
By now I am headed away from horribly honest hubby towards judge #2. I find her reading in bed.
Me: Do you like this swimsuit?
Tween: (With barely a glance towards my albino white skin and new, jet black swimsuit) Yeah, yeah. It looks great. (Now a 2nd glance, followed by an expression of utter horror.) Do I see your private hair?!
I turn to flee from her room.
Tween: Now I see your butt crack!
I head back to the privacy of my own room. Of course, I don't actually get any privacy becauseI never get what I want my son appears.
Me: Do you like this swimsuit?
Son: Yes.
Me: Really?
(I'm shocked. For a brief moment I think my son and I are the only two people in the house with any sense of style.)
Me: What do you like about it?
Son: It's better than the other ones.
(And for the record, he is smiling as if the disgustingness of my other swimsuits has been weighing heavily on him. He's finally able to unburden himself with the secret that his mother has some pretty ugly swimwear.)
Would it be so hard for my family to just tell me that the swimsuit was poorly made, and I deserve better? Please lie to me.
I CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUTH!
Do you know I order swimsuits online instead of going into stores because I don't want perfect strangers to hear my shrieks of disgust and horror? I only like to shriek in the privacy of my own home while around those individuals who are supposed to love and support me. "Supposed" is the operative word here.
My new swimsuit arrived in the mail. I was actually able to squeeze my body into it. The color was perfect because it was black and everyone knows black is "slimming."
I started feeling optimistic. I left the privacy of my bathroom and ventured through my house to get the opinions of others. This was a mistake.
I found my husband in the kitchen:
Me: I need you to be totally honest. Do you like this swimsuit?
Hubby: Hmmmm.
Silence
Hubby: Does the ruffle bother you?
Silence
Hubby: I mean, (awkward pause) I guess I don't really know what is in style these days?
Silence
Hubby: Am I (awkward pause) really bad at this?
By now I am headed away from horribly honest hubby towards judge #2. I find her reading in bed.
Me: Do you like this swimsuit?
Tween: (With barely a glance towards my albino white skin and new, jet black swimsuit) Yeah, yeah. It looks great. (Now a 2nd glance, followed by an expression of utter horror.) Do I see your private hair?!
I turn to flee from her room.
Tween: Now I see your butt crack!
I head back to the privacy of my own room. Of course, I don't actually get any privacy because
Me: Do you like this swimsuit?
Son: Yes.
Me: Really?
(I'm shocked. For a brief moment I think my son and I are the only two people in the house with any sense of style.)
Me: What do you like about it?
Son: It's better than the other ones.
(And for the record, he is smiling as if the disgustingness of my other swimsuits has been weighing heavily on him. He's finally able to unburden himself with the secret that his mother has some pretty ugly swimwear.)
Would it be so hard for my family to just tell me that the swimsuit was poorly made, and I deserve better? Please lie to me.
I CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUTH!
I love this!
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