I Hate That The Numbers Matter

I’m 44 (close to 50). 5’2″(with my shoes on). I wear a size 10 pant (31 in a fancy brand). My shoes are a 6.5 (small feet make for poor balance, but a great selection at the store). I’m 148 lbs (on any given day could be 154 lbs, I get super bloated). I know it shouldn’t, but some of  these numbers bother the hell out of me.
The 44 thing really doesn’t, it’s only when doctors start talking about the new an exciting things that have to be done because I’m aging, then I’m bothered. Aging is for the birds.
5’2″ well, that’s a tough one. Somedays short is where it’s at, other days I’m spending $50.00 to hem my new pants. I’d rather be spending $50.00 on more pants, maybe a top.
Size 10, can get dicey. Media in our modern world is telling me I should be a size 4. My very wide shoulders and hips are saying nothing smaller than an 8 for me. The ever present idea that women should be skinny can drive me nuts at times. I’ve learned to ignore the numbers in my clothing, and the media.
My only sadness I have around my 6.5size feet is if they were more like 7.5 would I be less clumsy?  Just a thought not a complaint.
148 lbs is where I loose it, I know if I feel good in my clothes the number shouldn’t matter, I hate that the number matters! For years I obsessively weighed myself each morning. The out come of my day sometimes depended on that number. I had to brake up with my scale, it’s been freeing. But I’m back on the crazy train.
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have lived in the Marlin Monroe era where curvy and soft were sexy and sought after.
I was out with a friend recently, so excited to see her, when it came time to order she order veggies, she is a vegan, and I ordered a fish dish, ordered wine. No apps, we passed on the bread, the waiters response was “Watching what we eat ladies” he had the biggest grin on his face, as if he’d just won a round at trivia night. What an ass! Two size 10 women ordering delicious fish and veggies gets perceived as two big ladies who need to drop a few pounds. I had to dig deep not to tell him to shove it. “NO” was my brilliant response. It’s a hard truth to swallow that 5’2″, size 10 women are considered to be large. I believe if we had ordered apps, bread and big meals he probably would  have  thought to himself “those big ladies need to ease up on the intake”. It shouldn’t be this way. It’s not always possible to avoid hearing peoples perceptions or opinions, but I would love it if those perceptions and opinions had a broader acceptance on women’s body types.
It makes me sad to think my struggles may one day be my daughters (efforts and fingers crossed it won’t be). I wish the ideal women was portrayed larger and curvier than a 12 year old boy. Slender and svelte, I am on your side. Tall, tight and toned, I get it, that is beautiful. But could short and wide join the ranks of ideal beauty, PLEASE.
P.S. The art of giving compliments should be that waiters next college course.

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