Of course, there was a sequence where all the girls were dress shopping and checking each other out. Now, one of the many things I love about Glee is that there are two- TWO- girls on the show who aren't super skinny. The character Lauren Zizes is one of the plus-sized girls (in royal blue over there) and has paired off with the hot football player, Puck, who likes her because "she's a bigger badass than he is."
Somehow, Zizes is able to shop for a prom dress at the same store as her regular-sized teammates and she has a choice of dresses to pick from. That was soooooo not my experience. I was jealous. I felt the tears start to run down my face remembering my prom dress shopping experience.
I wasn't horribly overweight in high school, probably on the high end of average with a tendency toward plumpness. Shopping for my junior prom dress remains probably one of the worst experiences of high school and I've never really talked about it with anyone.
I had a date, an essential at my all-girls parochial high school. We were not allowed to attend alone. I had a boyfriend so that wasn't an issue. I was also the co-chair of the Junior prom, held annually in the school's audinasium. Gymitorium. Whatever. The dress became an albatross and as it got closer to the big night, my mom, little sister and I hit the local mall. I believe that I was wearing a size 12 or 14 at the time.
We must have went into every store in the mall that sold formal dresses. I tried on very few. Some were marked my size but we couldn't zip up the back. There were lots of slinky, fitted, ruched dresses that made me look like an over-stuffed sausage. Dresses that were strapless were ruled out because I had way too much boobage even then to consider dancing in one.
|Not too horrible, right?|
We went into all the department stores with no luck. With minutes until the mall closed we wandered into Filene's Basement. If you've never been to a Filene's Basement, it's one of those Marshalls or TJ Maxx clearance store type of places where you have to sift through millions of racks because nothing is really organized. I found a dress hidden behind a bunch of swishy track suits.
It was pink. Not really what I wanted. It was very simple and short. Not really what I wanted. It fit. The mall was closing. The prom was in days. My mom bought me the dress.
I put the whole experience behind me. I went to prom and had a fantastic night with my boyfriend and my friends. We danced. We went to the local diner afterward and to Six Flags Great Adventure the next day and I didn't think about the humiliation and hurt of dress shopping until the next year when it was time for senior prom.
|Ooh, I guess I got wrinkled int he limo!|
So, while I haven't been yelled at by Jillian in a few days (because my poor body needed a little time to recover and then I had some crazy busy-ness going on) I am remaining pretty true to my diet and achieving my life's dream, which ties ever so neatly back to my prom dress shopping experiences and this week's episode of Glee.
My dream is simple, and probably pretty silly to most, but I dream of going back to a mall. Any mall, it doesn't matter which one. I want to be able to walk into a store, any store, and be able to buy an outfit that fits me.