tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082805691427077227.post2313926233944550580..comments2023-05-05T04:44:14.354-04:00Comments on The Mouse, My Measurements and Marriage: Why do I let TV do this to me?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366340508968487887noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082805691427077227.post-41674068768348313052011-05-12T10:07:08.404-04:002011-05-12T10:07:08.404-04:00I think Prom is one of the many double edged sword...I think Prom is one of the many double edged swords in life. As girls, we live to be able to go to event that we can dress in a gown. Then emotionally abuse ourselves for being overweight, underweight, having straight hair when we want curly and vice-versa. I was the girl who begged God every night to give her curves as most pictures under review look more like a twelve year old boy. I spent as much as I could on bras that would pad, push up, and hopefully do something to accentuate my non-existent breast. I frequented tanning salons to try and overcome the pasty white tone of my skin. I envied my friends who looked like real life Barbie dolls. <br /><br />Now I long for figure of my past (okay perhaps I wouldn’t want to be that skinny again) but you get the gist of what I’m saying. I’m looking forward to those golden years ahead when I can (hopefully) be the posh-dressed woman with salt and pepper hair that doesn’t care what the scale says. It seems like maturity is the one thing that can truly bring a self confidence in which we are happy ourselves and not what we think others want to see. I’m getting there slowly but surely. I am surrounded by beautiful women in my life. I see not their sizes but the love in their eyes for those around them. They are truly visions of beauty and far better looking than any man-made plastic doll.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082805691427077227.post-20910645087511384842011-05-11T23:40:58.952-04:002011-05-11T23:40:58.952-04:00Well, there are a few ways to talk about this one....Well, there are a few ways to talk about this one. I could tell ya that pink is "your signature" color and you would black list me for the rest of time. I could tell you that "royal blue accentuates your toes" and again, black listed. What I can tell you is that even the size 4 dresses of that day were more respectful and tasteful than what some of these freak jobs wear now, and no matter what you felt you looked like in any dress, you always had enough hair spray to make it all work out. Those were the 90s! LOL! I look back on my prom dresses and want to barf, too. One was a dress that I believe one of those four year old's from "make my kid J.B. Ramsey" wore-totally a jaw dropper and an instant "put me in the back of the room" category placers. I can also tell you that my senior prom dress was scary red and made me look like Garbo, since my dress was sort of tuxedo-ish on the top...and my boyfriend at the time was more interesed in wearing his Pearle Jam t-shirt than his tux so we both looked the part of "ugh...this itches...badly."<br /><br />Glam dresses are made for us to look back on...what is it now...almost 20 years for us?!...and think WTF...mostly outloud. <br /><br />Maybe we should have all went as Furbies. That would have been fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com