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Hello, July. - Dorky Little Secret
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Hello, July.
The other day I was driving to work and something felt odd.  I looked down and saw my lap.  Then I realized there was a hell of a lot of space between me and the steering wheel.  No, the seat hadn't been adjusted.  There used to be lots of stuff in that empty space.  And that stuff was me.

I went down another pants size this weekend.  I am at the end of the plus-size section as far as sizes go.  And here's the thing:  I bought two pairs of motherfucking capri pants.

And here's the other thing:  four sizes makes a big difference.  Because those motherfucking capri pants?  Make me look pretty motherfucking hot.

I have now entered the "Attractive to Construction Workers" phase of my weight loss.  The other day I was walking across campus to meet The Unicorns for lunch and there were four construction workers sitting on this low wall eating lunch.  They were looking at me as I walked toward them and then they turned around to see me as I passed them.  Now, I have no idea what to do when this happens.  First of all, I am totally flattered and really want to go french kiss each one of them for noticing that I've been working really hard on my body.  But I feel that this might possibly send the wrong message to them.  I don't know; it's just a hunch.  So generally I just smile and continue on my way.

I haven't ever had a lot of positive attention from people about how I look.  I mean, I've had the boobs since I was, like, ten or something, but they have often been a liability rather than an asset.  I guess, deep down, I crave that Construction Worker kind of attention even though it makes me slightly uncomfortable.  There's something about being thought of as "pretty" that is very important to me.  I think I have always been afraid that nobody would think I was pretty so I tried really hard to be the funny one in the crowd.  Over the years I have gotten used to making people laugh every now and then.  But I have never gotten used to turning heads.  It just doesn't happen that often.

But who knows.  Maybe now it will.  Maybe the power lies in those motherfucking capri pants...
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lizardek From: lizardek Date: July 10th, 2007 07:24 am (UTC) (Link)
that is really great news :) Go capri pants, go!
manathe From: manathe Date: July 10th, 2007 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
You know, I resisted capri pants for too long, just as I resisted those pumps with the weird little heels that I used to think were ugly back when they were in style and which might be going OUT of style now that I think they're cute. Anyway. They both have their uses, is what I'm saying.
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 11th, 2007 02:21 pm (UTC) (Link)

An appreciative look

Good for you for smiling at the men who appreciate your figure. Men seldom know what to do anymore, when they see an attractive woman, lest their attentions get, in return, scorn or anger. I'm not talking about the sort of attention that includes lewd comments and gestures, of course, just a quiet appreciation of a fine feminine form.
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