I avoid the mall at most costs, unless there is a new season of Criminal Minds out on DVD or if, for whatever reason I have to go shopping for clothes (let’s face it, it’s usually because I have to replace items that are worn beyond threadbare). On those occasions I go to the shops full of sick dread and embarrassment.
Because. Nothing. Ever. Fits.
Or that which does looks dreadful.
So, as a rule, I come away from the shops thinking I’m the size of a barn (rather than a small
toolshed outhouse) and feeling as though I am destined to go through life wearing nothing but jeans and t-shirts. Shopping, see? No fun.
However, my dear friend Bliss could make shopping an Olympic Sport, and it so happened she and I were both free on Monday and in Melbourne (the shopping capital of Australia) and so she and I went to the mall, with a view to kitting me out with a winter wardrobe.
And I didn’t hate it.
I didn’t hate it because we started the shopping with this. The Body Shape Bible: Forget Your Size Discover Your Shape Transform Yourself. It had been a revolution to Bliss, turning her into one of the better dressed people in my world. She was all sorts of keen to work its magic on me!
I was Bliss’ very own personal (very curvy) Barbie Doll – and, as it happened, the same shape as she is – an Hourglass. So, for a few hours we shopped until my credit card groaned under the weight of it… but for the first time in my life I stood in front of the mirror and wasn’t horrified. I put on clothes I would never have chosen for myself (pencil skirt???!!) and they looked amazing. Really amazing.
Me. Looking amazing!
We even shopped in stores I would never consider, because I was sure their clothes would all be too small. But I walked out of Country Road with 3 long sleeved t-shirts (deep scooped neck) and two jumpers (sweaters) and one of them is long and fitted and GORGEOUS.
Me. In Country Road!
Me. Gorgeous, still a size 16/18 but gorgeous.
I might finally be able to believe it.