Posts Tagged: clothes

A Woman’s Right to Shoes.

With a few days to spare, I still hadn’t found shoes for the wedding I’m standing up in this weekend. I went to two stores yesterday – Target and Payless – hoping to find something cute and cheap; alas, it was not to be. A word about me. I – no self-deprecation meant here – truly am clueless when it comes to fashion. I sort of care, but not enough. I will wear winter jackets and flip flops. I wear green and purple together and I don’t even know if they match. I am a jeans and t-shirt, hair-in-ponytail kind… I’m not done yet.

Dog Day Afternoon.

Remember the movie┬áDog Day Afternoon? And how hot it was? That’s how I felt today. Except it wasn’t afternoon, and I wasn’t robbing a bank to pay for my lover’s sex change. I merely attempted to go for a run at 6am, when it was 75 degrees out. But it was HOT. I mean, there was a slight breeze, but it did me no favors. I tried to run 5 miles, ran out of water, stupidly didn’t stop to refill my water, and ended up feeling absolutely no bueno. When I got back to the plaza where the running coaches… I’m not done yet.

And then I couldn’t fit into my bridesmaid’s dress.

Tonight, I ended the standstill I had going with trying on my bridesmaid’s dress. I have had the dress for about a month. I didn’t go to get it altered. Why? Because I knew I was fat, that’s why. On top of swearing too much, I also eat too much. Conversely, sometimes I forget to eat. In health speak, this equates to a giant frowny face that means “this is why you’re fat.” If I were trying to be positive, I would say, “Well, Amanda, you’re not obese! You have boobs! You sometimes work out! And every now and then… I’m not done yet.