Women: if you have giant boobs please refrain from wearing those empire waist shirts with a band that cuts across just under your boobs. Because for you, they hit you mid-boob and you look like an idiot. People (me) will stare then laugh. Try your clothes on before you buy them so you don't look like a total fool. Not all styles are made for every body type. On me, they work but I always pass on the hotpants... not a good look for me. Simple really.
I feel better having said that. Second point is that I think I need a different approach. I've separated from my life and have no recollection of, well, pretty much anything. I can't really explain it at the moment, it's just that I feel like I hung a 'be back in 5 minutes' sign on my forehead and that was in 1996. Part of me separates on purpose, I think. The majority though, I don't know, I'm just absent. It is becoming problematic because nothing sticks in my brain.
Who are you people again?....
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ugh!! I get that way too
in fact another 'odd' thing about me that I've mentioned to people and they look at me like I'm nuts... I'll be sitting there in a room with someone... like my mother or Sam and allofasudden I just get this weird feeling of like... THIS is my world and THESE are my people
one time when I was a kid this happened and I just looked at my mother and said 'you are my mother' kind of questioningly
I mean I KNOW them and I recognize everything - but it's like I've been asleep and then I woke up - yet I remember everything that's been going on
I'm not explaining it very well - moving on...
I never quite understood those shirts... they look like maternity tops or a skirt with sleeves - yet I like them
unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you ask) I'm one of those people with huge boobs - my boobs would hang over the band and it would just look like my shirt got tucked under them - like some sort of horizontal boob wedgie haaaa
WTH? Who am I? How did I get here? Where did I come from again? Is it possible boobs brought me out of my coma?
1) i avoid those shirts like the plague. unless someone is preggars there's no reason to wear anything that ties in the back.
2) i have spent a lifetime disassociating from things. it's how i survived. but now i spend a night a week in therapy learning how to actually deal with things and let myself feel.
Kitty - You are one interesting person. ;) I've had a few of those 'revelation' sorts of moments but rarely in the past ten years. I'm too busy being aware of general life weirdness to have energy for it.
Now as for the shirts, at first I hated them. Maybe because the majority are in hideous patterns that are stock Rowan and Martin. You could patent the Horizonal Boob Wedgie through Ronco and get an infomercial, haha! There are a few I tried on though that just scream.... HEY, I HAVE BOOBS! Not really a fan of those. Either way, your boob wedgie would look better than boobs hanging to the waist with the band cutting across the center. Oh, cover your eyes, child, if you see it coming!
Glenn - Lol, boobs can do alot so I'm guessing the answer here is 'yes'! Glad you left a coma and walked right into boob territory here... welcome back!
KT - You have no idea what it took for me to give in and try one of those shirts on! But I have so many scrub tops that tie in the back that I didn't even think of that - it was the maternity look I wasn't hot on! Oddly, the two I bought works for me in a non muu-muu kind of way. The others, well, they are still on the rack!!
I do understand disassociating as that is what kept me sane (ha) for many years. More of my issues came in when disassociating banged heads with hardcore reintroduction to the rest of the world. Read: trial by fire, in a way. Therapy is good when you pair up with the right person. I'm so proud of you for sticking with it and applying what you discuss there. Remembering that it is ok to feel is liberating! =)
I gave in and tried one on. Now, if I wished to spend my days trotting about looking like an alpine milkmaid named Heidi and advertising the huge milking potential of my scud like cleavage I'd be on a winner.
Sadly, I'd rather not. So I'll stick to the Alice in Winderland frocks and basic black. And I have a penchant for over the knee socks (or Virgin Marys as we used to call them at school, sorry if that offends anyone...). Particularly purple ones.
Fashion is never going to be my calling!
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I'm with ya on the boobs thing. And the hot-pants thing. Will pass on the message wherever I can.
Is separating from yourself the same as feeling disconnected? Like when you're kind of floating through life without actually... connecting (for want of a better word) with anything. Can't plan more than 2 minutes ahead. Can't remember what you were doing 5 minutes ago. I have actually lost track of all the lists I have had to make to remind myself what I am supposed to be doing. This is a new experience for a highly organized control freak.
Oh, but if anyone asks, I'm fine thanks.
Ginger Doll - Wow; alpine milkmaid. I will have to make sure I keep that in mind when I see these shirts in the store from now on. Truthfully I think any style is fine, be it a mixture or one that changes day to day. Except when it somes to something like this. Or wearing a cropped top when you have about 17 handfuls of fat overhanging your jeans. Then it just makes me wonder if they own a mirror. But style itself, that's a fun toy! And so you know, I have always loved those over the knee socks! It sounds like those would suit you well. I recall a black pair that had a tie around the top. Loved 'em but my chubby legs weren't going to get into them without loss of blood circulation. I'll leave those to you! =)
Terri - Wow, you're my first official female stalker. Well, other than the one chick that wanted me dead. Your version is much better. =) I've given up on figuring out why blogger does what it does but I know it happens the moment I get comfortable with it again and don't save comments prior to submitting them. Poo.
Now, as far as separating and disconnected. (You just explained my life, btw.) I'd say very similar. Until it happens without you being aware. There's the kind that has you feeling flustered and pulled in all sorts of directions. Then there's the kind when you sort of 'come to' one minute and realize that you aren't sure you even care that your brain left the building because the respite was welcome. Other times it's odd because it's as if you go away. Really away. You know you're awake and somehow, you can't recall one moment of the past two hours. In any case I think stress is usually the culprit - the brain seeks it's rest wherever and however it can.
Like my stress.... I have this stalker... named Terri....lol ;)
I'm with you on the circulation. Look cute on (long socks that is...) but all illusion of sexiness disappears when removal shows lovely red rimmed calves!
Ginger Doll - Perhaps the best idea is to detract from the redness by distracting with one of those shirts that bisects your boobs? Nah, that can't be right...
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