Today, I put on a dress and rushed out the door, to work. Drove all the way here, made coffee, settled in, had a twenty minute conversation with a delightfully snarky person in Cincinnati (I'm not sure, but I think he may have insulted me...), and eventually took a coffee break.
It was during the coffee break that I realized that I was SWIMMING in this dress that I'm wearing. As in, it's HUGE. As in, I don't have enough body to fill it up. Hell, I don't even have enough boobs to fill it up. That part is a little disappointing...
Clearly, it's not something I wear a lot, or I would have noticed this before. OK, the more accurate statement would be that I haven't worn this dress in years. Years. Believe it or not, as it happens, the last time I wore this was documented right here on the blog... I was meeting Will Steger at a fancy dinner where he gave a talk about global warming.
Apparently, I was hugely fat at the time. Yikes.
Going by the fact that I'm not thin enough for my taste even yet, I can't imagine what kind of body image denial I was in back then. Or other kinds of denial. Yeah...interesting times. Funny thing about waking up--eventually, you have to take everything in. Even your clothes.