Nothing to wear except for black pants and flat shoes. Arrrgh.
I don't want to go to my graduation ceremony. I've never gone any of my graduation ceremonies--a degree, two Diplomas, two Cert IV and two Cert III; I've always just had the paper work posted out.
I did a double Advanced Diploma while I was in treatment and, tomorrow, I'm supposed to turn up and get the piece of paper. In public. I bloody loathe crowds, waiting and artifice but, most of all, I hate the fact my bloated autopaused body won't fit into any of my lovely stylish clothing. GGGAARRRGGGHH!
No amount of deep breaths, shape wear, orthopedic stockings or creative op shopping is going to get me into anything classic other than bloody black pants, a shapeless top and flat shoes. OMG, who would have thought my life would come to this?
Should I succumb to the ordinary or go seriously OTT ridiculous? I refuse to wear the 'deconstructed' clothing that is currently marketed to the fuller figure--who the hell is fooled by any of that? Maybe looking like a footballer in drag is better than looking like a Sad Nanna?
