As you may have read, my main reason for our trip to NYC was to pick up my chefs uniform for when I start school at Natural Gourmet Institute. Of course with my luck, they didn’t have the correct size jacket for me. It wasn’t all bad though, I was able to get my aprons, bar towels and . . . . my pants.
“You Got Hips!”
I smiled, took the pants and held them up to my waist. One look, and I asked her for the next size up because I knew these hips were bigger than she thought. I was able to get into a size 34 comfortably albeit awkwardly as chefs pants are NOT flattering.
After leaving I thought about what the women said. She was not mean or demeaning in any way. She was simply making an observation based on the shape of me. I can honestly say that a year ago . . . maybe even months ago, this would have bothered me.
It would have ruined my day. I would have gone to the nearest cupcake shop to ‘forget’ about it. Then, I would have spent the train ride home guilty for bingeing while figuring out what rigid vegetable diet I would start when I got home in order to fit into a smaller size.
But it didn’t . . . .
I felt fine. I might even say I felt proud . . . No matter how thin or heavy I am, I will always have these hips. . . they are a part of me and it is much easier to accept them then hate them.
Oh . . . And please, don’t be jealous of my pants . . . It’s easier to accept than hate them too