A night out on the town with hubby...

Jul 18, 2013

So, hubby and I went out with friends to a comedy club. I used to hate them. Hello, fat women hate comedy clubs. While they pretty much have done away with picking at the audience, we all (at least, I think we all, had this fear of being singled out for being the fat chick). I've gone a few times, but never really made a night of it.

Well, I bought a dress, a REALLY cute dress. Size medium (um, hello, it's not a 6X or "tent" size). Whoa. It was fitted. So, off we go to see Drew Carey (who was HILARIOUS and not what I was expecting at all - so funny and so inappropriate - I loved it!)

BUT not before I had a bit of an internal freak out. Like a big one. This dress was pretty thin material, very fitted on top and short (for me anyway, I never wore dresses and never above the knee!). I was kind of having a bit of a panic attack, truth be told. It doesn't help that while I see myself as I am now most of the time in the mirror, I'm starting to really be bugged by the bulging skin that is just everywhere. No amount of "foundation garments" will truly help.

Thank goodness for my local support group, who kind of talked me off the ledge on Facebook. *laughing*

Anyway... I decided that this is my body. I want to wear cute dresses. I want to wear small heels. It's not about everyone else. It's about me. So, I went and had a fabulous time.

And, I must say, we're kind of a hot couple ;)

It also made me think after someone posted on the board here about confidence. It's hard. My confidence comes and goes. Usually, I'm okay and I think I'm doing great. Then something happens, smacks me in the head and reminds me... I'm still a work in progress in many ways...

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