Last night The Mountain Women got together for a Girl’s Night at Caren’s. One of our crew (who we will call JD) has recently overhauled her body by taking up running. She looks amazing!!! We were all telling her so and she claimed to not see a difference. We all went around and around with her trying to get her to see herself the way she really is.
OK, I know. I can already see Shalah, Lauren, Sissy, lot’s of you, pointing your finger at me. I know I do the same thing. I know you all see me as a Hot Tamale and I see myself as a burrito. (More like a snowman. Lump, lump, lump.) I don’t know why so many women have distorted self images. We can argue that it’s the magazines and movies and how airbrushing, personal trainers, and plastic surgery doesn’t give us “regular” women a chance. There is truth in that. But we all KNOW that that’s true and yet we still keep holding ourselves to these ridiculous and impossible standards!
To prove the point that we don’t see our true selves Caren told this story:
“The other day Michal sent me a picture of herself standing in the snow by her wood pile. She captioned it Mountain Woman: Hear Me Roar. She looked amazing! Her legs were so long. So I text her back, ‘You look amazing! You look 6 feet tall!’ and then she text me back, ‘It’s you, dork.'”
Caren has also been working hard on getting in shape. She has noticed that she can wear smaller sizes but the scale does not show much of a change. We all reminded JD that muscle weighs more than fat. Her body has definitely made a change even if the scales says otherwise.
“Well I am telling you the only change I’ve seen since last year is that gravity has taken its toll on me,” JD claimed.
“Well, I don’t think gravity has changed in the past year. Remember that black cocktail dress I bought you last year? I bet if you put it on now you would see the difference,” Caren said and she disappeared into the basement.
Last year we had a casino themed Valentine’s party. Everyone was to come in cocktail attire. Caren was shopping for her own dress when she came upon a Little Black Dress. The jersey fabric clung to the body but was runched on the sides to help disguise trouble areas. The bust was covered in black sequins and was v-neck. When JD had tried it on last year she would not even come out to model it. The dress was not worn to casino night. Caren kept the dress in case an occasion was to arise where she or another Mountain Woman may need it. In fact I wore it for a night out in New York with my Hubs.
When Caren returned she had the LBD.
“Here, go try it on. You’re going to look amazing!”
JD reluctantly obeyed. She had to have noticed a difference from last year because she did indeed come out to model it for us and ZOWIE!!! The babe has it going on! Someone (I suspect it was Caren) got the idea that everyone should try it on.
Now note that there were 8-10 women there and therefore there were 8-10 very different figures. The dress is a size 10 but not all of us are. Some are bigger and some are smaller. Some have ta-ta’s and some…are smaller. Same with our butts, our thighs, our wastes. All different sizes and all different arrangements. We all looked amazing in that one LBD.
“It’s like The Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants,” Caren laughed.
What’s so awesome about the dress is not that it fit us all but that it flattered every single one of our figures! It’s a magic dress, people! The dress made us all feel prettier and better about our bods. I think I’m going to have to propose a Girls Glam Night and we will all get dolled up and knock our own socks off! Sometimes pretty things just make a girl feel better.