I normally try to dress up my blog entries with photos, cartoons or some
sort of eye-candy. However, with this blog, I just can't do it.
I was standing in the post office lobby yesterday morning waiting for the doors to open at exactly 8:00. There were
5-6 people there for the same reason, when a woman enters and goes directly to collect her mail from her mail box. Working
in the legal field, I honestly try not to be judgmental of people. This woman, however, was one of the most vulgar people
I've ever seen. She was a large woman - close to, or over six feet tall. She was well over 200 pounds and dressed entirely
in black -- or at least the little bit of fabric she was wearing. She had black leather boots with stiletto heals, a black
skirt that was about three inches above her knees and a black, waist-length jacket. I would say she was in her mid- to late-30's,
although my eyes didn't really travel up to her face.
Although
I am well within my weight/height scale, I am very self-conscious of my own muscular calves. Some of it is due to genes/heredity,
but most is due to the fact that I lived on roller skates growing up and was an active skier. Even when I weighed less than
100 pounds, my calves were very muscular. I have a hard time buying boots that will fit my calves. I love mid-calf clothing
-- because I consider it flattering and it is quite comfortable -- I don't have to continue pulling the hem down if/when it
decides to crawl up towards my waist when I sit. This woman's calves were about the size of my thighs and I have no idea where
she found these boots that were molded to her calves. More shocking, I don't see how the tooth-pick stilettos carried her
weight. Each of her thighs were larger than my waist. Each knee was a little smaller than a basketball -- not by much, but
a little, and the worst thing about her legs, the boots and what I would call a miniskirt on her really large frame, was the
fact that her legs were bare -- no pantyhose, tights -- just ugly white, wrinkled and huge bulging knees, and cellulite, spider-tracked
veins.
This problem is the fault of society -- when schools
were allowed to do away with dress codes and business accepted "casual/dress-down Fridays" which turned into everyday
"business casual," we became a nation of slobs. Do people even look at their appearance in the mirror before leaving
the house?--or check themselves out in the building windows as they pass? Do they laugh under their breath or even out loud
at the site of the woman in the post office?--and if so, do they consider what *THEY* look like to other people?
People need to stop dressing as though they are 16 and take a serious look at their
own body and what they cover it with. If there was such a thing as the fashion police, it is sad to say that over 90 percent
of the nation would be arrested.
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