Wrong shirt, wrong bra…

You know those days?  The days when you think you look a certain way, but then, when you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you realize that you are overly optimistic?  Yesterday morning was one of those days.  Yesterday morning the armpit pudge was particularly pulchritudinous.  The bastards. 

I was dressed, ready to hop on the treadmill – one of my tightest sports bras and my old Les Mis t-shirt adorning my torso.  Standing at the kitchen island, I was eating my breakfast.   Across from me was our antique window mirror.  I actually did a small spit take of orange juice.  My two extra front boobs – the ones that hide near my armpits, were more than just visible – they were a solid A cup. 

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?”

“What?  What?!?” asks David.

“THIS!”  I point to the offending armpit pudge.  “THESE.”  Poke.  Poke. (And then a double-time, cross-torso, more accusatory) Poke-Poke.  I lie across the kitchen island and wail, banging my head on the butcher block top.

“Heather – it’s the bra.  The bra is too tight.  That’s not usually how you look.”

“But it’s how I look right NOW!”  Thud.  Thud.  Thud.  “I shouldn’t have THESE.”  Poke. Poke.  “I exercise at least an hour every freaking day!  THESE shouldn’t exist.  How much do I have to exercise to get rid of THESE?!?“

This is one of those moments when David knew not to say anything – it could go very quickly from bad to worse if he spoke.  He just waited.

“Stupid thyroid!   Stupid peri-menopause!”

David remained silent.  Blood, I’m sure, filling his mouth from his bitten tongue.

My head fell to my chest.  I took a deep breath, lifted my head and squared my shoulders.  “FUCK IT!”  I tucked the armpit pudge into the bra.  “I’m getting on the treadmill.  I don’t want to see YOU again. ” (I gave a meaningful glance to the offending flesh with an accompanying Poke. Poke) “Do you hear that?  I will exercise and I will take this too-tight bra off and you will go back to AAA size.  Got that?!?”  I climbed the stairs.  “I will not perform cosmetic surgery on myself, I will not perform cosmetic surgery on myself…”