At the Mall
I arrived at the mall close to 6 pm last night. I was a bit tired and chose to go directly to the store that had the items I picked online. I found my sizes and immediately tried them on. What a mistake that was, not only were the colors horrible on me the style of shirt was not at all flattering. I scoured the store in an attempt to find a replacement. As I was searching Van emerged victorious, she started with her negative comments such as: “You are too fat you will never find what you are looking for. If only you were skinny you would find the outfit.”
I stopped in the middle of the store for a brief moment she was going to win this battle and I was going to end up going home feeling horrible. I walked out of the store and started down the mall my breathing getting harder the lump in my throat getting larger. I had to get a hold of myself, I NEED an outfit, I cannot go home empty handed. I started remembering that this particular type of shopping was never fun even back in the day when she was SKINNY. The pressure of finding an outfit for a particular event is NEVER fun no matter how you look at it. Those recollections gave me the strength to continue.
Here is where I made my mistake which allowed Van to get some more digs in before I left the dreaded place.
I walked the entire mall looking in stores that didn’t have what I wanted. As I entered and left each store my anxiety grew and at one moment thought tears may even come. I am alone with no one here this gave Van the time and opportunity to quietly tell me how fat I had gotten, how terrible I looked, etc. She almost won when I let a woman try to convince me of a top that
a) looked like a clown shirt and
b) was way too expensive of a shirt that looked so ridiculous.
My husband would have laughed at me if I brought that shirt home.
Something came over me to return to the first store and so I listened. I walked in and spoke to the clerk immediately this time. I explained what I was looking for and the style that I was hoping to achieve. She took me around and grabbed a lot of great looking combinations. I could have walked out with any of the choices that she had picked out for me. She was terrific. I walked out of that store with the outfit I will be wearing Friday night.
Vanessa ONE!
Van zero!
“How will I get my hair done?”
Once I have these issues resolved I will be delving into other topics that may help Vanessa win more battles. I will keep you posted.
Although Vanessa took a hit last night she really won a huge battle. Years ago she would have left with no outfit. Gone home and created a fight with her husband so that she would not have to attend. This is bigger than I think I even realized.
