I was trying on clothes in the fitting room. Stacks and stacks of shirts, jeans and dresses hung on the “Not This Time” hook, needing to go back because they didn’t fit. Didn’t look right. Didn’t make me feel good.
A mother with a young daughter entered the dressing rooms and selected a booth across the aisle from me. Happily chattering away about the rest of their day’s adventures, I could tell the mom had quite a few things she wanted to try on, and she was hoping that her little girl was in the mood to cooperate. Their sweet, sing-song voices filled the quite of the dressing room spaces and I listened to their chatter while I went on with my own trying on and discarding process.
Then I heard the mom say, “Oh I look chubby in this!”, and I froze. I could tell by the disappointment in her voice the item was something she really liked. Intertwined now in their sweet chatter would be more exclamations of frustration and disappointment over the items she’d selected. Words like “chubby” kept rolling around in the air, mixed with her daughter’s sweet giggles. You know the internal conversation we all have with ourselves while standing in a dressing room? Like that, except out loud, still in her sweet voice, and in conversation with her little girl. [Read more…]