That Blue Dress
On embracing my changing body
I see in a small boutique and consider a dress for Resurrection Sunday, a pretty patchwork patterned blue with a wide waist elastic band and rows of fine layers down to my shins. It has a lovely neckline, perfect for a necklace or two, and, perhaps more importantly, when I try it on is comfortable and makes me feel pretty.
But I do not take it home.
I leave it at the shop, even though my husband says I should buy it. Why? Because although it fits my form, I am not happy with my form, and I am shallow enough to reluctantly leave it on the hanger for someone else to find.