Monday, April 29, 2013
I got married in August of 2011. It was a beautiful ceremony held on the porch of a Lighthouse on the shores of Lake Michigan. We all ate a picnic lunch on the beach afterwards, and we spent the remainder of the day swimming and lounging on the beach. After a slightly more formal reception a few days later, we flew to Puerto Rico for our honeymoon. We spent 7 fantastic days and nights on the beautiful, Puerto Rican island of Vieques.
As I wandered through the shops in Vieques, I saw so many simple, beautiful sundresses. I learned quickly, however, that most stores did not carry plus sizes. I started asking as soon as I walked in, "Do you have clothes in my size?" The answer was nearly always, "No." On our last day on the island, I stopped in a clothing shop to pick out a few souvenirs for close family and friends. I still asked at the door, "Do you have any clothes in my size?" This time, however, the man running the shop replied, "Yes!" He proceeded to show me the 5 items he had in size "Plus Size". I mean this literally, he had 5 items that had tags that said: "Plus size" on the tag. There was a beautiful sundress, much like the ones I had been admiring all week. It was black and purple with a faux batik pattern embellished with basic embroidery. It was just a simple sundress, really, but to me it was seemed to be the perfect memento of a wedding and honeymoon spent among the surf and sun. I tried it on. While I could put it on, I could never let myself be seen in it. It was skin tight. It squeezed my chest into one giant uni-boob. It hugged my back and belly fat. It was not flattering, it did NOT fit, but I wanted it. I wanted a sundress purchased on our honeymoon. So I bought it. I knew I would never wear it out of the house...and once I got it home, I was afraid to wear it around the house because I was afraid I would rip the dress at the seams. So the dress lived in my closet that summer, and it was stored away for the winter. The next summer, I took it out and hung in in my closet. The next winter, I folded it up and put it back into storage. Each summer, I would take it out periodically and admire it and think fondly of our wedding and honeymoon. Then I would put it back.
We have some warm weather coming this week (yeah!), so I went downstairs to pull up some warm weather clothes this morning. I pulled out the dress thinking, "I may be able to wear this around the house now." Except when I put on the dress, it fit. It fit in a "I could wear this to dinner, and I'd look fantastic" way. I bought this dress with the knowledge that I'd NEVER be able to wear it. I wasn't even sad about it. It was a basic matter of fact, "I won't be able to wear this, but I can have it as a memento." I didn't even pretend to hope that "one day" I would fit into this dress. And yet, today, I do.
Something that I couldn't even imagine happening happened to me today. That's a great way to start a week!