Saturday, January 31, 2004

Last night, Dana and I went to go look at dresses for her and I and we found some that we both loved and hated. It was nice but trying on dresses in general, just makes me a little sad. I had this image of myself before I even tried anything on and I was so off. Now my body, or more specifically my weight, is not something I'm exactly happy with but right now, at this moment, I can't snap my fingers and change what I look like so the dress size doesn't bother me. What really bothers me is when a woman is too embarassed or afraid to tell me that I need to wear something bigger than we originally discussed. Why is it that we are so self obsessed that we will angrily freak out when a professional saleswoman is just trying to do her job? What can a saleswoman do about the way you look seriously? When she told Dana to grab a different size, Dana said something to me about a little comment the sales-lady made about not wanting to tell me, so when the saleswoman came back I told her not to worry about it. I mean what the hell can she do about it? I'm the one buying the dress right? I don't want to all of a sudden bend over and the dress splits on my wedding day! So I'm bigger than I thought, who cares? That's my problem. I just don't want people to think that they have to spare me the "bad news". I hate when people think that I can't handle something. Dude if I can't handle it, I'll let you know.

Then again, it would be nice not to have a size tag on the dress, then I just wouldn't need to know. ;-)

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