My Father's Daughter

You know you’re a woman when…


Phil and I had a disagreement this morning — and I’m not just trying to soften what was really a fight, it was actually only a disagreement. I thought I looked fat in everything I tried on this morning and he disagreed. Poor man. What could he do? And in his defence, he’s been instructed by Brad Paisley to lie in those situations.

Our disagreement this morning leads me to why I hate about half the women I work with. No, I don’t really hate them, I was just going for impact. I know, I know, I should be careful with that word and be like my friend who is very cognizant of only using that word in extreme cases (i.e. to describe his feelings for the Sens — then, and only then). But here is why I tend towards disliking them. They are all younger than I am, skinnier than I am, prettier than I am, and better dressed than I am. (Phil also said something this morning about comparing myself to others and that it was HIS opinion of me that mattered, blah, blah, blah, but I just tuned him out :)). When I started working here I was young enough and cool enough to rub elbows and make friends with the university students we had working for us. Now, I am old and fat and frumpy. There are entire fashion trends that are just plain inadequate for my girth.

Here, I think, is the true rite of passage into adulthood. Getting your drivers license, the right to vote, the ability to purchase alcohol – pshaw, kiddie stuff. It’s mourning the loss of those days before back fat and yogurt cheese thighs when a bikini was an actual possibility instead of something that just made your stomach rolls slap together as the mere thought sends you into uncontrollable laughter. That’s what makes you a true woman. (Or maybe it’s accepting the back fat, cellulite thighs, belly rolls, etc. as making you a mature woman – no, let’s not go there…)

I think it’s also being able to disagree with someone and not fighting. Sigh. I’m all growed up.


2 thoughts on “You know you’re a woman when…

  1. I too struggle with not doing what I used to be able to do and how tired I am feeling all the time these days….does old age really come on that fast? I used to workout a lot to stay in shape but even that is fast becoming a good reason to invest in ibuprophen stocks!

    And what does one in our age bracket do? I don’t want to shop where the teens shop for two reasons–what they are selling is too young for me; and often it is inappropriate for anyone who wishes to dress modestly.

    But yet I am not quite ready to wear what the stores at the other end of the spectrum sell either! Those are the ones I lovingly call “Grandma stores”.

    Anyone with suggestions on inbetween stores would be much appreciated….

    I guess I can find a little silver lining though — we are all “growing up” together and we have husbands who love us. Still, I need to know where to shop! 🙂

  2. I agree with you about the stores — I have found the exact same issue (though Mari and I can’t seem to be in a Reitman’s for less than two hours), but, you, little-miss-I-actually-wear-a-size-small cannot comment on my fat blog! 🙂

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