DeeDoo’s Digital Scrapbooking Blog

Some people hate going to the dentist. They say it’s the last place they ever want to be. Not me. I love the guys. Call me crazy. No, the place I hate going to most is WOMEN’S DRESSING ROOMS at ANY store. The minute I walk into one of them all my body image self esteem drains right down through my body and legs and disappears somewhere in the concrete floor. Heck, it must flee farther away than that because I don’t start getting it back for days after one of these encounters. It’s always been this way. Even when I was enjoying the bloom of youth (quite ignorant of what would come later!) dressing rooms were awful places.

What IS it about them that’s so awful, you might ask? Let’s see. Maybe it’s the horrific fluorescent lighting, devoid of any warmth. Maybe it’s the way that horrible light shines directly DOWN, like a spotlight, enlarging and emphasizing every single flaw of skin and body. Bare thighs look like the surface of the moon under those lights. Every fat roll and fold shines with total clarity. They CAN’T be that big and ugly. Eeewwwww! Sorry, just had a flash of an icky memory.

Well, then, maybe it’s the MIRRORS in the dressing rooms? But I’ve checked and most of them don’t really distort. With the exception of the mirrors at Walmart. Some of theirs distort like a funhouse. Weird. I like to look thinner, but not like that, please! One thing about the mirrors, they’re so CLOSE. You get to see everything, not only in bright, bold light, but also right HERE, three feet away. Not used to that. Don’t want to get used to that. Waaaay too real for ME!

Soon I will be forced to go through this humiliating experience again or face the even more humiliating experience of wearing sweats to every function this Fall. Aaaarggghhhh! I think I need some tequila.