I hate shopping for clothes... well actually I do most of my clothes shopping from catalogs because I HATE trying on clothes in a snug little fitting room where you're surrounded by MIRRORS that reflect all your flaws. Everywhere I looked I saw blubber - and hang-me-down fat. How discouraging.... Oh well, it only reinforces my desire to lose that extra weight once and for all. Anybody else out there have Fitting Room Phobias? Bonnie
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The Agony of a Fitting Room....
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Posted 08 May 2009 - 06:41 PM
I agree. I don't have full length mirrors in my house for a reason! lol. It also discourages me to get my size and it not fit or not look right on me or shows just what a big girl I am. I really hate shopping for clothes.
Lifes to short to live in caution, Lifes to short not to live at all. VanZant
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Posted 09 May 2009 - 01:05 AM
When I was young and in school, shopping was at a second hand store ... and not too frequent at that. I was beginning to lose some hair in front. Used a product called "Dippity Doo" to keep the widow's peak just perfect. Thought no one but me could notice a change. Used to spend a few minutes in the mirror each morning to make sure. Hate to admit it.
My second hand store had a three mirror unit donated to it. I was trying on some pants and stepped over to the mirror. First time I had seen the back of my head in some time. The hairless skin reflected the light and caused a glare. Suddenly realized my Dippidty Doo deal in front was a sad excuse. Went home and cut off the front. No one said anything for a week or so. Then got a good laugh from everyone in a statistical mechanics class. Yeah, it was a weird class with unusual people.
Went to the barber a few weeks later. When I walked in I thought he was going to double over with laughter. He had never let me know what was happening on the back side and had been enjoying my feable attempts to keep the front looking hairy. Oh the price of misplaced male vanity.
Thanks for being here and putting up with me.
My second hand store had a three mirror unit donated to it. I was trying on some pants and stepped over to the mirror. First time I had seen the back of my head in some time. The hairless skin reflected the light and caused a glare. Suddenly realized my Dippidty Doo deal in front was a sad excuse. Went home and cut off the front. No one said anything for a week or so. Then got a good laugh from everyone in a statistical mechanics class. Yeah, it was a weird class with unusual people.
Went to the barber a few weeks later. When I walked in I thought he was going to double over with laughter. He had never let me know what was happening on the back side and had been enjoying my feable attempts to keep the front looking hairy. Oh the price of misplaced male vanity.
Thanks for being here and putting up with me.
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Posted 09 May 2009 - 01:42 AM
I remember Dippity Doo from years ago. That was a funny post RT... it brought back a memory of a saying that my old business teacher used to say all the time. It was, ..... "I'm not laughing AT you, I'm just laughing WITH you".
Oh the trials and tribulations of those three mirror units - the person that invented those must have had a sick-sense of humor. I'm glad you posted your story. Bonnie
Oh the trials and tribulations of those three mirror units - the person that invented those must have had a sick-sense of humor. I'm glad you posted your story. Bonnie
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