Yes, It’s in My Size, But Not in My Age

All of my adult life I have been what many would refer to as a very petite person. I thank god on a regular basis for my great metabolism. I have certainly taken my share of jabs from my friends for being too skinny.  I have no control over my weight, it’s just what nature has provided me and believe me it has its disadvantages. Clothes shopping has never been pleasurable. Attempting to dress like a professional, spirited woman while shopping the junior’s section, has many challenges.

My husband has grown to jokingly refer to my business clothing as my big girl attire. In an attempt to purchase some clothing for a business trip I was attending, I made the mistake of taking my husband to the mall with me. This is something I rarely do. Just between you and me, I learned my lesson of shopping with him the day I took him in search of the brand new, highly touted, Miracle Bra oh so many years ago. Let’s just say it’s a miracle our marriage survived the incident that took place in the lingerie aisle.

Growing frustrated by the minute as I searched through rack after rack of clothing in the juniors section, I hadn't noticed my husband’s disappearance. It wasn't long after realizing he had wandered off that I heard his excited voice calling out across the aisle. “Slim, hey Slimbo come here!” For over 25 years he has referred to me by the nickname Slim or Slimbo.  I pretended that I couldn't hear him, but the woman next to me looked at me and said, "I know he’s not speaking to me!" Slowly I turned in the direction of his voice and there he stood with a huge smile on his face while holding in the air his proud find.

“What do you think about these?”  "I think they belong in domestics," I said.  “Why would you say that?”  “Because they look like a washcloth with pockets and a zipper.” They are in your size he reasoned, of which I responded but they are not in my age. Needless to say the shopping trip didn't last much longer. He became obviously upset that I didn't appreciate his taste in clothing and I became obviously aggravated that he thought it appropriate for me to dress like a hoochie momma. We enjoyed a very quiet ride home from the mall.

The following day while driving home from work I reflected on our mall trip. Did I over react? I had felt his clothing choices were disrespectful of the grown woman I had become. Suddenly however, I realized that maybe in his eyes I was still that 19 year old girl he married. Instead of feeling insulted, perhaps I should feel complimented. I drove my car on to the exit ramp to the mall. I did not purchase the washcloth, but I did buy the sexy top he had liked and wore it out to dinner with him that weekend.

- GinaMcNew, www.ItsHipToBeHot.com
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Comments

[Victor Manuel Gonzalez]

Good job! Gina