Dare To Wear part uno

Sweet Jodie left me such a moving comment yesterday that I started an email to her, it got to be super long and I decided it should be a post NOT an email. She had said I sounded so together, and asked be when I learned to be. I'm still learning! So I began to tell her how I hate lying. My world is black and white. The grey only exists to blurr the TRUTH from the lies. It's the Enemy working us. "Oh, you don't want to hurt their feelings what kind of friend would you be? The (store) doesn't even notice they gave you $10 back instead of $1. "Go ahead say you'll get together, she doesn't really mean to either." It's those little "white" lies that get a foot hold and then we are lying about how much we spent at Target, or on the hairdresser, to new little pretty we bought our self. For me if it's NOT true. It's a lie. That is how God sees things. I'm trying to be more like him and live is his ways...

I'll say it again. If it's not TRUE, it is a LIE.

(Now, what is true for me: John McCain: might be not be so true for you "cough" Obama. That's not what I'm talking about and you are all really smart and already know what I'm talking about so don't lie to yourself and say I have no idea what she is talking about. (NOW, I don't know where my thought was going...Do ya'll have brain farts? Seriously, wind passes through the blank corners of my mind.

It echo echo echo echossss

I need an answer answer answerrrr

What was the question question questionnnn?

Oh, my Jodie email.

So I was telling her how when a friend asks me if she looks good, I can't lie.

I will find something I like and build on it.

"Those pants really fit you nice, but that top isn't flattering and it's all the manufacturer's fault because there is no human older then 25 who is a size zero and not in need of eating disorder therapy."

Then I was reminded, convicted...keep reading. (This is part email, then I realized I had a post.)

Ok, this totally makes me laugh, I can't BELIEVE I just wrote about this. Mama Belle is doing that Dare to wear. I the ONLY thing I will NOT wear anymore are dresses. I bought this cute dress 2 years ago. It was like this jersey, stretchy thing and gathered at the bust and was A-line. I have big hips and butt and thighs and a pouch from too children. (I was the size 0 in my early 20's I could eat like a horse and not gain a pound!) I started "filling in" around 25. After the kids forget it. I'm a 12,14 even 16 depending on the darn brand! I hate GAP because in their clothes I'm a 16, even 18 in the skinny jean! SEE it's ALL the clothing manufacturers fault. They have THEIR ideal size and well the rest of us are just too fat. PI-SHA. Anyway, the dress. I FELT so lovely in it, sexy. With my cute knee high black boots...smokin'. I wore it a total of 4 times. Why? Because EVERY TIME I wore it someone asked me when I was DUE! I kid you not. I was at a wedding when it first happened. A childhood friend's, so I knew a lot of her family that was there. And the Aunt came up to me and said "OH Sara, it's so good to see you! Will this be your 2nd or 3rd?" I thought WHAT is she talking about. I politely said "I'm sorry my 2nd or 3rd what?"
She frowned feeling the awkwardness coming "Baby?"

I politely laughed and touched her arm "Oh, I'm not pregnant."

"Oh, I'm SO sorry."(change of subject and she ran away.)
I was MORTIFIED. But because I was more worried for her I played along and for the rest of the night it was a running joke that I was excepting twins. Then later it would be triplets...well you get the idea. When I got home I hung it in the back of the closet. So awhile passes and Rob asks why I don't wear my "sexy" dress. Ok, so HE likes it and maybe it was a fluke, It does kinda hit all the right spots to look good. We are out to dinner and the hostess seating us says "Oh, congratulations!"
Um, NO I'm not pregnant. And thanks for ruining our evening alone! No, she wasn't a teenager either, she was old enough to KNOW better. It was back to the back of closet for you dress. We had another family party, Rob requested the dress again and I whined that I looked pregnant when I wore it! He talked me into it. I wore it and was asked by 2 separate FAMILY members if I was pregnant. Don't you think they'd KNOW. Have heard "THE" news? Seriously, how can people be so (stupid). I mean wrong. I am TELLING you it's the dress. I have sworn off dresses. And I can't come up with something outside the box other then a dress and I refuse to go there. The belly has only grown since the dress has been retired to the Goodwill box. So maybe ya'll can help me. I show you the dress. Show it to you on me (CRINGE) jewels and all and you tell ME what the heck I'm doing wrong!?!
I am totally freaking out about putting up these pictures. I'd rather admit all my disfunction then be seen in this again!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!

Oh man PULEEEEEEEEEZ be nice. And if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all. Better yet close your eyes so you won't have nightmares!

This was painful. Butter took the pictures, and she is all of 4 feet tall. I should have had Rob on a ladder looking down on me at least my boobs would have looked good!