Then there are the clothes. I find beige, navy,grey and white all with a wiff of pastels boring. Given my head, I go straight to the orange, yellow, violet, red part of the department store. If it glitters so much the better.
Inevitably I am shooed back to the matron area. It's been that way since I was twelve and develped boobs.
Contrary to all the publicity, boobs are NOT fashionable-never have been. NO designer designes for the top heavy. (except Bob Mackie, you don't want to know)
Now I'm just heavy and no one trusts me to pick out appropriate attire. Female friends are prone to locking me in the changing room, taking my clothes away and start flinging "appropriate" frocks at me.
I wear black and dark colors to all the balls. I actually try to match my dress with the wall color. I follow the dictum of Emily Post who said fat women should wear subdued tones and distract attention from themselve.
She really had something there.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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