This is a snapshot of an email conversation I had yesterday with Hawkgirl (formerly Bambi - she is just getting to old to have a stripper name. Oh, and she moved out of deer country!) Anyway, here it goes:
Me: I just tried on a pair of shorts I am pretty sure I wore last summer and I could not even get the buttons to meet! Not sure what I am going to do next - starvation diet, no carbs again or anti-depressants. Any therapy/suggestions you can provide will be welcome.
Hawkgirl: You are asking a woman who has fat under her arm pit for suggestions? Here is my actual honest advice - Buy. Bigger. Shorts. It does not matter what size they are if they fit. Nobody cares but us. We need to bite the bullet and just go out there and do it. No one else gives a shit. And, when all else fails, wear a skirt.
So in a whirl of new found girl power, I went out after work and bought myself two damn new pair of shorts in a bigger bloody size. As you can imagine I am not happy about bigger sizes, fat and getting older. To make myself feel better I also bought a couple of workout shirts that are pretty snappy. So there! Far, far away, Hawkgirl also went out and bought new shorts which, with much dismay, she is calling her "mom shorts" (goodness!). She skipped the workout shirts and bought chocolate! Now that is throwing up your middle finger to middle age baby!
