That green sweater in the first panel? I wore it every day I could get away with it in high school. I think eventually my mom “lost” it in the wash. There was something crazy comfortable about that sweater, it was huge like a tent, like I could get lost in it, like I was wrapped in a cozy warm blanket. The blue hoodie in the second panel? I wore it until it fell apart at the seams.
I have been thinking about those outfits lately, the ones that I wore all the time, sometimes two days in a row, at least if I wasn’t going to be seeing the same people on both days. At the time they felt comforting, protective, even. I thought they made me happy. I also thought I needed them. At many different sizes, even when I was a size 7 in high school, I thought I needed to hide my body in a tent. Sigh. I’m trying not to mourn for the lost time these days.
I still wear that shift dress sometimes, though. It’s not really THAT shapeless, is it? Or can you not tell from a clumsy pen drawing? :)
I was actually thinking when reading the comic, “that shift dress looks cute!” :D
I do uniforms, too. There was a time when I think I wore a black baggy turtleneck sweater over jeans with boots or chucks for like weeks at a time. I had 3 or 4 black turtlenecks. I’m trying to break my uniform of 3/4 sleeve t + capris/jeans, you know, cause it’s ONE HUNDRED DEGREES OUT. I actually wore SHORTS – real life SHORTS – in public today. :)
Hi, great webcomic. I was having a look in the shop and saw a few tasty treats I would like to purchase. Do you ship to the UK?
Hi Dee! I sure do ship to the UK :)
@ Kristin: man, I haven’t gotten to the point where I’m wearing shorts. Good for you!! But honestly, I never liked shorts. We even had (ha!) uniform shorts for a summer uniform in high school, and they were the most unflattering khaki things. I love me some capri pants though.
Lately I’ve found myself wearing sleeveless things a lot. I used to shy away from them, thinking, “who wants to see my flabby arms”, but recently I’ve decided that no one really cares, and also, it’s HOT.
In a twisted way, I totally love being pregnant because it gives me an excuse to wear whatever I want and *not* be “fat.”
Like, I wore a tank top in public yesterday — in public!! — and was just daring people to look at my arms and think/say, “wow, those arms are fat.” I couldn’t wait to lunge at them and scream triumphantly, “My arms aren’t fat, dummy, they’re pregnant!” No one said anything, of course, so all the screaming (and triumph) was in my head.
In all honesty, I don’t think my arms look any different now than they did four months (or years) ago, but being pregnant has actually been pretty good for my body image. If that makes sense.