You know those days? The days when you think you look a certain way, but then, when you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you realize that you are overly optimistic? Yesterday morning was one of those days. Yesterday morning the armpit pudge was particularly pulchritudinous. The bastards.
I was dressed, ready to hop on the treadmill - one of my tightest sports bras and my old Les Mis t-shirt adorning my torso. Standing at the kitchen island, I was eating my breakfast. Across from me was our antique window mirror. I actually did a small spit take of orange juice. My two extra front boobs - the ones that hide near my armpits, were more than just visible - they were a solid A cup.
"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?"
"What? What?!?" asks David.
"THIS!" I point to the offending armpit pudge. "THESE." Poke. Poke. (And then a double-time, cross-torso, more accusatory) Poke-Poke. I lie across the kitchen island and wail, banging my head on the butcher block top.
"Heather - it's the bra. The bra is too tight. That's not usually how you look."
"But it's how I look right NOW!" Thud. Thud. Thud. "I shouldn't have THESE." Poke. Poke. "I exercise at least an hour every freaking day! THESE shouldn't exist. How much do I have to exercise to get rid of THESE?!?"
This is one of those moments when David knew not to say anything - it could go very quickly from bad to worse if he spoke. He just waited.
"Stupid thyroid! Stupid peri-menopause!"
David remained silent. Blood, I'm sure, filling his mouth from his bitten tongue.
My head fell to my chest. I took a deep breath, lifted my head and squared my shoulders. "FUCK IT!" I tucked the armpit pudge into the bra. "I'm getting on the treadmill. I don't want to see YOU again. " (I gave a meaningful glance to the offending flesh with an accompanying Poke. Poke) "Do you hear that? I will exercise and I will take this too-tight bra off and you will go back to AAA size. Got that?!?" I climbed the stairs. "I will not perform cosmetic surgery on myself, I will not perform cosmetic surgery on myself..."
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