THE DRESSING ROOM

What it is like to try on clothes in. Dressing room

DRESSING ROOMS
I hate to be six inches from my hips.
What I see in the mirror makes me want to run out of the store screaming.
I see miles of cellulite,miles. Are those rolls of flab,what is now called “muffin
top?
I have thunder thighs too. There is not a piece of clothing made that would fit me.
If I try on a pair of jeans, they fit me up to my knees. Then they get stuck around
my ankles and I have to waddle about looking for someone to help me take them off.
I won’t look at blouses anymore. The last time I tried on a blouse I couldn’t take it off.
I was sweating like a pig and the material stuck to my wavy arms like glue.
The dressing room attendant didn’t have to call security when I banged my head
on the door.
They stood outside the door and told me I had to leave the premises.
“I will if you come in here and pull this rag off my head.”