Life of A Fat Girl:The Fitting Room

Walking past Aunty Annes's pretzels, my mouth started watering like a starving wolf. I looked at my friend and she was already smiling at me signalling that we should get those chocolate dipped eclairs later. Mango, Charles & Keith, UNIQLO and we walked passed a few stores and finally decided to get into one of the outfitter.

We walked in between rows of colorful blouses trying to find something nice. I finally spotted a few blouses mostly in black. Black because I like that color and the other reasons which might be a bit of a shame. I grabbed a few blouses and my friend gave me a look saying, 

"Why all black? Take something else.."

"But I like what I picked. Can we try these and then we can choose others? we have plenty of time," I convinced her like a little kitten.

I walked into the fitting room and as always she walked in with me and waited patiently while I pulled each blouses through my head.

First blouse: Did not even past my chest. When I took it off I heard a slight ripping sound at the sides.

No issues. There are few more blouses. I can surely fit into one of it. 

Second blouse: Yayyy!! Made it through the blouse but the layers of fat hanging like hamburgers at the sides made me look like a tightly packed beef ham.

HELL NO!!

Third blouse: Bloody Asian cut!! I can barely pull it down at all.

All the gods, please at least let this one fit me.

Fourth blouse: Yes! Managed to pull it through. No hanging hamburgers! And it is comfortable

Thank god.

"How is it babe? Finally this one fits me", I asked eagerly looking at my friend hopefully.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"It fits me. What you think?"

"Well honestly, you look stupid. I don't want to let you take it just because it fits because it will be worthless to pay so much money and to never wear it. Drop it. We will go some other shops."

Disappointment and happiness filled my heart. Disappointed because I did not fit into any clothes, Happy because I have a friend who has the guts to slap me with truth so I don't end up wasting money.

We walked out of the store. I was obviously sad. She was rubbing my back ensuring that we could find something that fits me in some other stores. I had no mood and I wanted to go home. Realizing the sadness and the void filling my mind she decided to make me happy with the chocolate dipped eclairs.

We walked to Aunty Anne's Pretzels and looked at the menu board thinking what to order. Just when I wanted to order the chocolate dipped eclairs, something stopped me. Images of me standing half naked, fat and vulnerable in front of the fitting room mirrors hit me hard. I shook my head and left the shop. 

This time, she did not stop me but held my hand and walked happily with the decision I made. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.