Notes from the Fatosphere
2 inches of *Scandal*
Posted on March 31, 2008
Filed Under Bodies and Family, Bodies in Clothing, Body Love
Yesterday I needed to run over to my grandmother’s house.
Okay, I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. There was gram’s famous bean soup to be had…only a moron would pass that up. (Or someone that doesn’t like bean soup, but those don’t exist in my world). So I left my husband at home with the kids and the responsibilities and a bit of work that needed to be done I bolted before something came up that needed me!
Everything went really well for the first couple hours - until my grandmother noticed my shirt was about an inch and a half above the waistband of my pajama pants. (Hey, you wouldn’t wear your good clothes if you knew my grammas. They spill things.) She also knows I don’t wear my “going out clothes” to her house but still she couldn’t resist saying.
“How can you let yourself leave the house like that?”
My first response, “Because I wore a winter coat over it?
My second response, “Who cares?”
My final response, “You’re laying there on the daybed wearing a shirt that was part of your deli uniform over fifteen years ago…how is wearing a work uniform from over a decade ago better than wearing a t-shirt that wasn’t quite cut long enough for my 5′9″ frame?
She said, “Better an old work shirt than to show my belly. I’d just die.”
Seriously, I cannot imagine the worst thing in the world that could happen being for someone to see a streak of tummy skin.
Who. Cares.
- I fear who the next president will be.
- I fear people will think I’m stupid when I speak.
- I fear I will slip and fall in front of a group.
- I fear I will not wake up tomorrow.
An inch and a half of skin is NOT on that list. Never will be, because even if I believe that showing skin in public looks low-class, I’m not scared of that accidentally happening.
Would you rather have someone see an inch or two of tummy at your waistline, or would you rather trail toilet paper out of the restroom from a public bathroom in your nylons that you tucked half your dress into?
For me it’s a no brainer. I’ve seen that before with the toilet paper and the dress and the tucking and the awfulness and just knowing once she realized what happened…she’d never forget it.
I would have forgotten my skin by now if I didn’t have a blog 
Hell, if my grandmother learned how to keep her mouth shut and stop being Queen of All Things Negative I wouldn’t have even known about it. LOL
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