My new clotheshorse tendencies occasionally make me as much of The Other in my crowd as I was when I was obese.
That's only because I hang out with homeschoolers. We're frugal and semi-frumpy by nature. (Although some of us aim to fight that natural tendency in ourselves, I was frugal and frumpy enough for a dozen or so women for way too long.)
There's even a stereotype of the homeschooling mom dressed in a denim jumper. L.A. homeschoolers don't generally wear those, at least the ones I come in contact with, but I've known plenty of homeschoolers rocking the denim jumper look when I've lived in other locations.
At the same time, all I need to do to feel almost dowdy again is to go outside my little group of home-educating parents. Or go to Mass.
Today was my 8-year-old's First Communion, and there was no shortage of cleavage. I thought for a minute Boobquake had been extended. But no, it was just the relatives of the First Communicants.
Who succeeded in making me feel much less flashy.
One of my friends once told me that when she was a teenager it was the Catholic girls who would go and steal all the other girls' boyfriends. I'd never heard that, and, of course, that wasn't exactly my thing. But today, I could almost, maybe, sort of see it.
Clarification on this post: I do judge people for how they dress. (I'm human!) But I don't really judge them -- if that makes any sense. People are more to me than the sum of their clothes. I don't expect homeschoolers to dress up -- most of us have young children and we spend a lot of time at the park or are otherwise on the go. I also don't mind a little cleavage at church. (Heck, I'll wear too-high heels or a too-short skirt.) You have to understand -- I a) looked and b) dressed really badly for most of my 30s. But that kind of stuff wasn't and isn't the most important thing. Even though I do write/think about it more than I used to. It's probably time for me to run more!
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