Friday, February 6, 2009
My Red Boots
...are apparently my f-you boots. So today I'm getting dressed in the locker room after swimming laps. I actually started getting dressed in the changing rooms the last few months because I've decided I would rather not have another unfortunate discussion about my size with a stranger while I'm naked. Obviously I'm not hiding anything as people see me in a suit and see me naked in the showers (I refuse not to have a proper shower). However I put my shoes and socks on out in the benches where there is more room.
So a woman I see there frequently (also fat I might add) looks at my boots and says, "Yikes." To which I say, "Yes, they're out there but I LOVE them." Then she says, "Those are like something on What Not to Wear." I smile, "I couldn't care less." (My friends and family have all been warned to even entertain the notion of calling What Not to Wear on me as they would be met with bitter disappointment.) Then we actually have a pleasant chat about finding plus size clothing and stores, although I got the feeling she was trying to advise me more than anything. I did express several times that I'm fortunate enough to be in a position, i.e. no boss, etc., that I can dress any way I please.
I'm not going to disguise myself and try to fade into the woodwork just because I'm fat. In fact I think in some instances fat people, because of their substance, can carry off certain bold looks with better success than thin people. Just last week I asked my kids (2, 7, 12, and 15) what they thought about how I dress and they all said it was cool, I looked creative, and it was me. My only conern was really not overly embrassing the teens, other than that everyone else can buggar off.
I truly love my Dr. Martens red velvet boots with the satin ribbon laces. I also have them in black velvet. I wanted my red ones so bad I stalked ebay until I found them in my size. In fact I love them so much we made babies: