I met my friend Sk. about 4 months before I moved to GradShitTownVille. We met at the shoe store where she works. I'm not Imelda Marcos, but I do have a healthy collection of shoes. Six years later, Sk. and I are still close despite the miles in between; when I'm in Portland, we still hang out at the shoe store where we met.
I am about 40 pounds lighter than I was three years ago; it hasn't sunk in. I think I have an reasonable self image. Over 50% of the time, I seem to like what I see in the mirror. But all the other days, I feel squishy, ugly, and whiney. The boyfriend gives me his frownie face on these days.
I visited Sk. in Portland last week, between attending a faculty meeting (!) and surprising my mom for mother's day. We went shopping.
Scene 1. At her shoe store.
Sk. "Try on these wedges."
I give my skeptical face.
Sk. "Just try 'em."
I've never liked wedges really, but I'm happy to try on shoes. Sk. brought me my regular size 39. They were huge, but super super cute!
Me. "I like wedges?"
Sk. "Your feet got smaller?"
I bought these in the 38:
Scene 2. At Ann Taylor, shopping for "non-dowdy professor" clothes.
Sk. "I don't think you are the size you think you are. Try this dress on. Don't look at the tag, just try it on."
Me. "But it's a 10. I wear a 14."
In my defense, I was at least no longer wearing my size 16 jeans.
Sk. "Just try it!"
Yeah. It fit. It's probably a fluke. Or I'm deluded. Either way, I'm really looking forward to seeing Sk. more often again.