I hate skinny jeans. I’ve hated skinny jeans from the first time I tried them on thinking they were … well… not skinny jeans. As if I didn’t have enough body image issues before that little episode. Ha. As IF! I seriously thought I’d magically gone up 2 pant sizes over night. And THAT, ladies and gentleman, was my first experience with skinny jeans.
Oh – did I happen to mention it’s Face Your Fear Friday? I didn’t? Well, as some of you know – every Friday ’round these parts is Face Your Fear Friday. I talk about fear, face some of my own – and in time – have guest bloggers talk about some of their fears. Today is no exception. Today – I faced one of my body image fears.
My friend, [Polina Osherov], had a conversation with me about a week ago. She’s one of my oldest and best friends and is HIGHLY aware of my body image issues. She pulls me aside and tells me there’s no reason not to update my wardrobe, so she’s ordered me some skinny jeans AND tops with horizontal stripes. O_O She completely expected the reaction she got. She practically had the paper bag in hand, just waiting for me to hyperventilate. And then it happened. I struggled for breath, my pulse went bananas and I felt all of the blood drain out of my head. WOOZY!!! You probably think I’m exaggerating here and that no one could possibly be this frightened of clothes. I hereby do solemnly swear… it doesn’t get any more real than this.
She explained that all I had to do was try them on. TRY them. The clothes hadn’t even arrived yet and I was panic stricken. Yesterday she warned me that the clothes were arriving (that day) and that I was going to DEBUT them at the Speakeasy to watch [Jay Baer]. Oh. God. Feeling the heart speeeeed back up. They never arrived. Well, they didn’t arrive yesterday at least. Whew! Bullet dodged.
Today was an entirely different matter. Today, I got the word… they have arrived. In all their anorexic glory. Let me just say that I don’t think everyone who wears skinny jeans is anorexic. It’s just that I felt like I needed to look that way in order to appear like I fit in a pair of them. I walk into her kitchen where the nice little white box from [Forever 21] was sitting on her table. She gave me the eye. Ya know… the one that said, “Ohhh yeah. THIS is gonna be fun.” She got to play dress up with me for the next 15-20 minutes ordering me to try this shoe or that shoe – and then ultimately telling me to buy different shoes. Then she dragged me up to her full length mirror in her bedroom in all my shameful agony to show me … Me.
A woman. Nearly 40 (oh god. another panic attack. jk – I don’t care about that so much.) with curves. And while yes, my struggle to take weight off has been one nightmare of a roller coaster, my personal trainer told me today that I’m only 6-7 months away from being exactly where I need to be. That’s no time in my world. And so, bring it, baby. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy my curves. They’re not goin’ anywhere. It’s the way I was built – and my new skinny jeans hug them in all the right ways.
What are you waitin’ on? Get out there and face a fear or two. You just might like it.