I've been taken by the phrase "muffin top" lately, and I'm noticing them more as well. What is up with the surge in bumps and bulges? How come so many people are leaking outside the boundaries of their clothing? And the ones who are actually exposing skin, said "muffin tops": do they not look in the mirror before they leave their houses? How can you not notice a bunch of exposed skin creeping out the top of your pants?
I attribute this phenomenon to the Emperor's Syndrome: these folks just don't notice the bulges, or they hope that others don't notice it. Yes, I have clothes that look good only if I stand in a certain way with everything sucked in, but throughout the day I do more tugging than Jean Luc Picard just to maintain the look. I am never comfortable when clothes don't fit. What does it matter if you can squeeze into a smaller size if said size doesn't fit properly or you don't feel comfortable in it? I don't get it.
OK, so I'm lying: I do get it, but I wish I didn't. Wouldn't it be better to wear something that fits you and makes you look fabulous than to wear something with the dubious honor of being a smaller size? I wish I could say that size doesn't matter, but it does.
I'm also guilty of wearing the wrong size, but then again I don't own a full-length mirror and I don't check myself before leaving for work. I'm the type of person who maintains an attitude of not caring about my appearance. Deep down I'm as vain as the next person, but some areas I am less vain than others. I am guilty, too, of wearing an incorrectly sized bra. Nothing looks worse than boobs oozing out of the top of a bra: you can see it even from outside of a top. It's not sexy--well, not to me anyway. Right now I'm in a transitional stage, so I'm using the "in the process of losing weight" as my excuse for poorly fitting foundation garments. I have the opposite problem of oozing boobs: that of shrinking tits. The bra cups are a bit larger than they should be, so when I cross my arms the excess bra makes a funny line against my shirts. Sigh.
One of the things that keeps me going this weight loss experience is the feeling of loose clothing. I've felt tight jeans, I know what they're like. I've zipped my pants lying on the bed and doing some bizarre kind of shimmy to get the zipper all the way up. I've lowered myself to sit on the ground and felt like my thighs were going to pop and my gut burst. I wore jeans so tight once when I was skiing that I needed help to get up every time I fell (OK, that could have been a different problem...) BTDT. I'm enjoying the feeling of cinching my belt tighter to keep my pants up. I'm pleased with the folds of excess fabric radiating from my butt. I can bend over and tie my shoe without bringing up food chunks. (Well, the whole overeating syndrome is a topic for another day.)
An irony of losing weight and having too loose clothing is wearing the same accessories to hide the bag as I did to hide the flab. All my vests, which I have been wearing for half a decade in order to obscure my fat from view, are getting a second life. Woo hoo.
This topic is just so large, no pun intended. I'll have to finish up at a later time.
3 comments:
I actually think this is a good picture of you. Ok, the previous one is you spot on but this one isn't so bad. :-)
glad you started to blog!
I see your controlling nature rearing it's ugly head here with this approval of comments thing. Hmmmmmm....could that be a problem?
Yes, you're right. It's more fun to have the comments arrive like little presents.
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