GoinCruisin
06-05-2003, 10:49 AM
I want to SCREAM! I hate mirrors so dang much! This is my rant! Have you ever had a "skinny" day... you know, you wake up... feeling a little spunky... feeling a little skinnier, just feeling good... so, your nekkid, shaking your tush, maybe doing a little "skinny" dance... then BOOM, your world crashes all around you. Why? Cuz you walk past a STUPID MIRROR! All the sudden every flaw is magnified like a fun house mirror. Now, does my mirror have some sort of cellulite film on it? I know my legs are not as "flabby" as they appear in the mirror... certainly it is a flaw in the mirror and not my legs right? Okay, that is my rant for the day :)
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DonutsNCoffee
06-05-2003, 10:51 AM
I think you should sue the manufacturer. Hey, this is America, the land where you can sue if you spill hot coffee in your lap.
Houdini
06-05-2003, 11:10 AM
I know EXACTLY what you mean! After spending yesterday afternoon in mall store dressing rooms, where the flourescent lighting is brighter than the sun and each dressing room has about a dozen mirrors, I can definitely sympathize! The only good thing is that it gives me motivation when I need it. But dang, yesterday I was feeling great & didn't need the motivation - it ended up pi$$ing me off instead!
Then I felt better because I tried on a pair of pants size 7/8 Junior, and they fit great - maybe even a tiny bit of extra room in the waist! But that feeling was blown away again when I went to another store & tried on a 10 Misses and it was too small. Why can't the manufacturer's all use the same sizing scale? I did try on other stuff & found that usually an 8 or sometimes a 9 fits (didn't need anything larger than a 9 in all the other stuff I tried on), so I think the size 10 I tried on just ran really small.
But back to the mirror thing... I agree with Donuts, you should sue! Mental anguish, you know! ;)
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Then I felt better because I tried on a pair of pants size 7/8 Junior, and they fit great - maybe even a tiny bit of extra room in the waist! But that feeling was blown away again when I went to another store & tried on a 10 Misses and it was too small. Why can't the manufacturer's all use the same sizing scale? I did try on other stuff & found that usually an 8 or sometimes a 9 fits (didn't need anything larger than a 9 in all the other stuff I tried on), so I think the size 10 I tried on just ran really small.
But back to the mirror thing... I agree with Donuts, you should sue! Mental anguish, you know! ;)
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"If there are no [mastiffs] in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."
- Will Rogers
southern_mom33
06-05-2003, 11:16 AM
I just hate the whole pant size thing myself.One pair is a small size then you see another brand you like and you have to get it in a larger size...
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GoinCruisin
06-05-2003, 11:27 AM
Well, the clothing manufacturers figured it out... you know, the size 4 pants today, were the size 8 pants years ago... They know what they are doing. Don't you guys have your "favorite" clothing lines? Like I LOVE Ralph Lauren... his Saturday Jeans! Okay, why? Because I can wear a size 2! LOL! Am I a size 2? HELL NO! But I have a pair of those jeans in every color... if I could wear the tag on the outside I would. I love the way that tag feels against my skin... You know the other thing I do... I have a "threshold"... a size "limit" if you will. I don't care how good it looks on me, that tag makes such a difference. I'm a dork... but I can't be the only one? It is amazing how that one "number", a stupid SIZE can make a woman crazy!!!!! LOL!
skip_to_my_lou
06-05-2003, 12:46 PM
I hate mirrors too. They don't hide anything. I went to work out at the fitness room of my apartment complex instead of the gym I normally go to. I was just too lazy to get in my car and drive to the gym, so I walked over to the fitness room. Once I got in there and started running on the treadmill, I remember why I don't go there. There's a big huge mirror in the front of the room that will not hide anything. It was unpleasant to see all my fat bouncing around while running. I realized that I look rather silly exercising. It's not going to stop me though. I'll still go to the gym and try to forget what I look like.
Esperanza
06-05-2003, 01:05 PM
Your original posting reminded me of this that I read from the Menopause thread on this board:
Just a fun story
Even though this lady is residing in my house, she may at some time appear in yours. Be alert!
A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house.
I have no idea who she is, where she cam from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn’t there, and the next day she was!
She is a clever old lady and manages to keep out of sight for most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude!
I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back. The least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or cushion, but it is not nearly enough.
I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100, and a few days later, it’s all gone!
I certainly don’t spend money that fast, so I can only conclude the old lady is pilfering from me. You’d think she would spend some of that money to buy wrinkle cream.
And money isn’t the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate– especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and candy. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she’d better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds. I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight, too.
For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I’m not home and altering my clothes so they don’t fit. And she messes with my files and papers so I can’t find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do and blurs the print so I can’t read it. And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio, and telephone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things- - like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier and all my knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it a real challenge. Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars.
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on, she stands in front of the dressing room mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.
Just when I thought she couldn’t get any meaner, she proved me wrong.
She came along when I went to get my driver’s license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me!
I hope she never finds out where you live.
[This message has been edited by Alice B (edited 03-31-2003).]
Just a fun story
Even though this lady is residing in my house, she may at some time appear in yours. Be alert!
A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house.
I have no idea who she is, where she cam from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn’t there, and the next day she was!
She is a clever old lady and manages to keep out of sight for most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude!
I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back. The least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or cushion, but it is not nearly enough.
I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100, and a few days later, it’s all gone!
I certainly don’t spend money that fast, so I can only conclude the old lady is pilfering from me. You’d think she would spend some of that money to buy wrinkle cream.
And money isn’t the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate– especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and candy. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she’d better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds. I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight, too.
For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I’m not home and altering my clothes so they don’t fit. And she messes with my files and papers so I can’t find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do and blurs the print so I can’t read it. And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio, and telephone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things- - like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner heavier and all my knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it a real challenge. Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars.
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on, she stands in front of the dressing room mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.
Just when I thought she couldn’t get any meaner, she proved me wrong.
She came along when I went to get my driver’s license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me!
I hope she never finds out where you live.
[This message has been edited by Alice B (edited 03-31-2003).]
Ohiochick
06-05-2003, 01:52 PM
Not only mirrors but glass in windows and cabinets as well. I can feel good about my looks and walk past a window and of course I can't help but check myself out and BOOM.....I think gees this shirt / pants make me look huge!
I hate to look at my self in the mirror to do anything. If do use the mirror I use it for a short time. Try to catch my self before I start the negative self talk.
As for pants sizes.......
I know they make jeans larger then they used to 4 years ago, because I can buy a 18 now in ANY jean and they are BIG.... but my OLD 18's fit me good, now.
Which number wise is Great! but logically not good on me.
But o well........ :)
I hate to look at my self in the mirror to do anything. If do use the mirror I use it for a short time. Try to catch my self before I start the negative self talk.
As for pants sizes.......
I know they make jeans larger then they used to 4 years ago, because I can buy a 18 now in ANY jean and they are BIG.... but my OLD 18's fit me good, now.
Which number wise is Great! but logically not good on me.
But o well........ :)