I have just spent the last two days working on the floor in our Adelaide store in Norwood and whilst I thought I knew and had seen it all re the behaviours of women when endeavouring to purchase a new frock, now I'm not so sure. The South Australians really have it over the NZ girls as to having such a love/hate relationship with their body. What the hell is this about girls? Why is fat such a feminist issue? Either love and embrace what you have or change it. Only you can do this.
If it has to be it is up to me!
Sure, as we age and often even before that, we start to see the inevitable change that happens to our bodies... the flabby arm bits that still continue to move long after the wave goodbye has been completed and the muffin top that lovingly wraps around our middles.
If you really care that much, do something about it as there are plenty of people that will be happy to take your money and support you.
If not, get on with it and accept what you look like that and frock accordingly. There are so many great styles that will make you look fantastic. Believe that not all shopping experiences mean the 18 year old, don't give a damn shop assistant. Just work harder to find your shopping fit. It is out there.
Sure, as we age and often even before that, we start to see the inevitable change that happens to our bodies... the flabby arm bits that still continue to move long after the wave goodbye has been completed and the muffin top that lovingly wraps around our middles.
If you really care that much, do something about it as there are plenty of people that will be happy to take your money and support you.
If not, get on with it and accept what you look like that and frock accordingly. There are so many great styles that will make you look fantastic. Believe that not all shopping experiences mean the 18 year old, don't give a damn shop assistant. Just work harder to find your shopping fit. It is out there.
Do not come out of the changing room supporting the new frock and grizzle about the mirror image. I swear, you all see yourself as if you are looking in a Luna Park theme mirror (the wonderful terminology that came from the mouth of my Adelaide manager).
And what's with all the hidden purchases? The stuff that you remove the tags from so you can bring it out at a later date exclaiming 'oh this old thing', as your partner comments on your look. Surely as a grown woman you are allowed to purchase a frock for yourself. The last few days in store have shown me that we are still very much in a man's world. Whether you contribute to the household or not, his voice is prevalent in so many of your purchasing decisions. I mean, we even have you ring us to tell us you have to return the garment because he hates it. Shouldn't that make you more determined to wear it? What has happened to us?
Come on ladies, we are not an extension of a man. We need to fall in love with the body we have. It's about healthy living, not obsessing as to every little kg. You will always deserve a new frock. It's not just about occasion, it's about celebrating who you are every damn day. And stop looking in those Luna Park mirrors. They are for the theme park only and don't exist in the real world.
Come on ladies, we are not an extension of a man. We need to fall in love with the body we have. It's about healthy living, not obsessing as to every little kg. You will always deserve a new frock. It's not just about occasion, it's about celebrating who you are every damn day. And stop looking in those Luna Park mirrors. They are for the theme park only and don't exist in the real world.
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