Being the resplendent plus sized gal that I am the summer poses a problem. Today for instance, it's my day to hang out with one of my friends (who is male) on a completely platonic, let's go random places type chill. Now with the weather forecast calling for semi-hellish temperatures, my wardrobe faces a problem.
Now we call know that the hotter it gets, the dresses turn to skirts, skirts to mini-skirts, Capri's turn to shorts and now a days, the shorts turn to just enough fabric for it not to be indecent exposure.
Getting back to this morning, I took out several shirts. All of them being summer heat appropriate. The real battle was trying to find a shirt that didn't let the girls show too much. Why is it that the more fabric that is purchased the designer must think that we want out breast hanging out?
Anyway, I try on a cute halter with beading along the neckline that ties behind my neck. No...too much boobage. I grumble about my breast while removing the halter.
I go for a classic white tee, very "american woman" of me. Alas, it has a hole in it...(where the hell did that come from?!) Instantly...nope
It's too damn hot to rock the usual black tee that I would.
Seeing as though I already know I'm not for anything other than my Dickies today, I throw on a shirt that is 3/4 sleeves and airy to beat the poetienal heat and the upcoming perspiration from the gals...Only problem...boob city.
So...what did I wind up wearing? A dangerously low cut top, jeans, & my year old flip flops.
Great...I try to dress size and age appropriate but the designers have one-upped me again (curse you Ashley Stewart desginer person who's probably like a 8)
...But tommorrow is a new day...and laundry day! Victory shall be mine!
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