Fat Clothes - Say What?!?

Pursuant to reading Hayley’s most recent article (and Gary’s subsequent comment), I got to thinking how hilarious it is that us girls get all worked up about things, whether we feel they are small or HUGE deals, and at the end of the day, the guys are totally oblivious to it.

I was chatting to a girl friend of mine recently and we tried to explain certain concepts to other guys and they thought we had lost it, TOTALLY!

Take “fat clothes” for instance. What the hell are “fat clothes” you might ask. Well, these could be one of two things. Clothes that you bought and worn a couple of times but they just don’t seem to make you feel slim. In fact, you feel like a total WHALE in them each and every time you wear it. (These are the clothes that you will only see on us once, maybe twice). THEN, there are the “good” kind of “fat clothes”. These are the clothes we wear which make us feel much better about ourselves, even on one of our worst “fat days”. I bet you’re saying: “Oh my Gee, there’s something called a “fat day” too?!?”. Yip, guys, I’m afraid that most girls do experience them! These are days where we feel fat and frumpy and nothing we do or say (or you for that matter either) will make us feel any different. Its like the changing of the tides or the phases of the moon. You’ll just have to wait until it passes. Anyway, back to “fat clothes”. As I was saying, the “good” kind of “fat clothes” get worn on “fat days”.

This brings me to my first few experiences with colouring my hair. When I was younger but FINALLY allowed to put a few streaks in my hair, I thought that I looked DRASTICALLY different and anxiously awaited my fathers arrival from work. I would stand expectantly in front of him, batting my eyelashes, and asking the dreaded question: “So, do you notice anything different about me?”. I could already see the beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he gave me the once, twice, thrice-over without finding a suitable answer. Then the answer would come: “Ahh, you’ve cut your hair!”, followed by a frustrated snorting by his teenage daughter, a muffled “NEVERMIND” and a stomping off.

I really do feel sympathy for men, because I think that a lot of the time you’re caught in catch22 situations so that you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

All that said and done….here’s to “fat clothes”. The good kind, anyhow.