Friday, 16 May 2008

Short and Sweet

I had to go and spend the day working in a department that required me to wear theatre scrubs today.

It's a bloody good job I didn't go 52.5lbs ago, that's all I'm saying!


Loth said...

Oh God yes, I remember. The sheer panic of some situation where you might have to put something on that isn't yours. The crushing worry that it won't fit, that nothing will fit and everyone EVERYONE will turn and stare and point at the fat girl. *Shudder*

Wendy said...

Spot on Loth. In fact I evaded this day for around 3 years soley because of the clothing issue. But as with all things, eventually I could evade it no longer.

I squeezed my fat legs into the XXL bottoms acquired for me from the men's changing room, plastered a smile on my face and got on with the task in hand.

To be honest, I had a good day and I'd do it again. But I'd want to know those XXLs were in the women's changing room for me when I got there! (Happily the XL tops freely available were OK for me, it was a fat leg issue and no mistake!)