She had a bad case of lumpy, bumpy, muffin top-itis. Oh Lord, stop me if I try to wear something like that when I’m in my 80s. But later I changed my mind. Good for her. She’s not all caught up in the drama of, ‘Do these jeans make my butt look big?’
This woman felt comfortable in her own skin. She wasn’t obsessed with her body and appearance. On the other hand, I’ve heard stories of women who continued to obsess about their appearances until they died in their nineties. They never lost their food-fat-fanny mentality. Their self-talk consisted of such questions as:
Do these jeans make my tooshie look big?
Can I eat a cupcake, or will it land on my thighs?
Is the woman in front of me at Safeway fatter or thinner than me?
Obviously I don’t know if this lady suffered from dementia or poverty, which may have contributed to her wearing skinny jeans. I didn’t get that impression, but who knows? I hope that she was of sound mind, and that she thought:
I like these jeans.
I want to buy some ice cream.
I can enjoy food, enjoy life, and think about other things instead of obsessing about food, fat, and my tooshie.
Driving a few blocks further, I celebrated the old woman who had the courage to live boldly. You go, girl! Good for you for being free to wear what you like. But oh Lord, please let me like looser clothes and not skinny jeans when I’m old!