As some of you know, I’ve been on a diet and when I say “diet”, what I really mean is, starving myself because the gym is useless. Before you freak out and assess me with an eating disorder, please know I had doctor supervision at least twenty percent of the time. In case the diet was life threatening, I made my mom do it with me.
My mom and I do lots of things together, besides starvation diets. She has a very positive personality. Positive she can convince me to like things I hate, like shopping. I hate shopping.
I can’t name one person who would claim they had a positive shopping experience with me. I warn them ahead of time this is not going to be a pleasant experience for either of us. However, each friend thinks they can help me learn to enjoy it. When its all said and done, we are usually lucky to survive with our friendship intact. When I shop with my mom, she enjoys holding up random shirts and saying,
“Look at how the color brings out your face.”
My appearance may indeed look colorful. However, if you know me, you know I prefer facial anonymity. Her intentions are in the right place. I get it parents. No matter how old your kids are, you want to help them, even in simple everyday tasks. With that said, being helpful should have boundaries.
My mom is blessed to be small in stature, and as the diet continues to help her drop weight, she has been handing down her bigger clothes to me. I love my mom, but I’m not as big a fan of her shorts. More often than not, I’m the midway stop between her and Goodwill. I can hear some of you saying, “Try your mom’s clothes, what’s the big deal?” The bright L.A. GEAR fuchsia shorts she sent last week are the big deal.
The good news is they are brand name, the bad news is they are a brand from the year I was born.
Who is keeping their shorts for 37 years? The disturbing thing is I’m pretty sure it’s a swim suit because it came with an inner lining that had a delightful yellow hue. There is a distinct possibility I have seen a family photo were one of my uncle’s is wearing them in the swimming pool. It was this realization that really freaked me out. At that moment I knew, I wouldn’t be keeping these shorts to pass down to my children 37 years from now.
Of course, I couldn’t let this little gift go to Goodwill without trying them on first (very itchy I might add). I had to wonder what Mom was thinking when she placed this little gem in the charity bag and sent it my way. I already have self-esteem issues and I don’t need to make them worse. Fuchsia doesn’t go along with the social anonymity I so desire. I love the fact she wants to share everything with me, but there are some things that shouldn’t be shared with anyone and fuchsia shorts would fall into that category. It’s highly likely she was thinking the bright color would bring out my face.
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