Fitting room or fun house?

{ May 28, 2010 @ 5:31 pm } · { Uncategorized }

I have my very first guest blogger today, none other than my own Icky Child. Take it away Dani…

I was looking forward to have a whole day to myself. Thoughts of pampering, shopping and freedom filled my very small head. The pampering consisted of a long-awaited massage which left me both relaxed and bruised in some very strange places, but that is a story for another day. Anyway, I had a gift card burning a hole in my pocket. Foolishly, I decide it might be fun to pick out a new swimsuit. I know, right, the dread “S” word. I take a handful of one-piece suits to the fitting room. Now, I ask you, is the mirror in the fitting room actually a fun house mirror? Why is it once the even most beautiful swimsuits look hideous on me? I am not (much) overweight or grossly disfigured in anyway, but yet when donning said swimsuit I look like the elephant woman, complete with strange lumps, dimples and an extra butt I didn’t know I had. WTF? So I have decided it must be the mirrors. I know I don’t look like that in my own house in front of my own mirror. That is my story and I am sticking to it. I think at this point it is needless to say, I walked out of the store with my gift card spent (and then some), but sans-swimsuit.