For years I have not bought any new clothes to speak of, with the exception of sweatpants and tee shirts. I keep waiting to lose the baby weight that I should have lost months and months ago. But I haven't. And now I am tired of looking like I am wearing my pajamas. But every time I go to buy some new clothes I look at the sizes and I just cave. I am unable to bring myself to buy such high numbers. So I don't buy anything.
The sad thing is that every time I wear anything out of the norm Ben asks me "Is that new?" And then he gets all excited as if his mom is FINALLY wearing something nice. I heard David Sedaris on This American Life the other day talk about being at a murder trial and the defendant's mom was wearing cut offs and a tee, which prompted Mr. Sedaris to ask himself exactly what she would consider a dress-up occasion. I laughed, because it was funny. And then I stopped laughing because it cut a bit too close to home. Guess I'd better go shopping.
The Empress Has No Clothes
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