I found myself wandering around Miss Selfridge this afternoon, with my 3 girls. Not something we do often,
a) because all the clothes are child size,
b) because the kids hate shopping,
c) because I hate communal changing rooms.
Anyway, I found the one pair of trousers in there that looked as if they might fit and dragged the kids into the changong rooms. Once in there my heart sank. I had forgotten that they were communal and they were full af sylph like lovelies trying on size 6s. I always get the feeling they are looking at my bum thinking "Oh my God, if thats what happens after you have kids"....etc.
And so to the point...I had taken my jeans of...more horror, realised I was wearing a G-String, (how unpleasant for the smooth skinned Kate Moss next to me).It's usually at this point one of the kids will say, "Mum, did you know you've got a massive spot on your bum", or "are all those hairs meant to be sticking out of your Knickers?" So I cast a selfconscious look behind me to see who was staring in disgust and caught sight of a long pair of legs with a lovely pert bottom. For a split second I was sick with envy til I realised it was a reflection! They were my legs and it was my bum I was admiring!
The trousers didn't fit, too small, but that didn't matter at all. I came out of there on cloud nine.
I have always had low self esteem and am currently about a stone heavier that I'd like to be but at least for today I feel wonderful.