Stuffed Sausage anyone?

How pathetic of me is it that the one thing that sparks an idea for a Blog post for me is seeing someone that looks like a stuffed sausage in their clothes? I was walking up to get my coffee from the cafeteria and in front of me was walking a girl who just looked SUPER uncomfortable, but was trying to act like she wasn’t uncomfortable. Her pants showed every crease in her legs, and buttocks, and her shirt was the tightest one I’ve seen in quite some time. She was wearing a jean jacket shrug that seemed to have a little room in it, but not by much. She was short, and didn’t appear to be a large girl, but when you stuff yourself in your clothes like that, it makes you look a lot heavier than you are.
I’m not the plus sized fashion guru by any means, however, I do know that when you wear clothes that fit your body as well as your body type, you look and feel slimmer than you really are. I know I have a few outfits that aren’t so flattering on me. I wear them because they are my “clothes of last resort” when my others are in the wash.
I like to think that I dress pretty darn well for being a plus sized woman. I get compliments on my clothing quite frequently, and it’s not because I pay attention to the trends, it’s because I pay attention to my body. I know what looks good on me, and what does not. However, there are some plus sized women that think it is okay to walk out there in the size 12 pants and size medium shirt that do NOT fit their size 20 waist and their size xl top. These would be the same people who where bikinis when they are over a size 16. I’m sorry…. That’s just not appropriate…. Regardless of if you feel sexy in it…. In the house is one thing, in the public, is another. Is that wrong of me to say? Is it horrible for me to criticize my fellow plus sizers out there?
I’ve got a long ways to go before I get to my ideal weight. I know that I don’t want to look like a stuffed sausage in my clothes. With Thanksgiving on Thursday, I’m preparing myself mentally to realize, I can’t gorge myself on Meema’s dressing, and I can’t chow down on that delicious homemade potato salad of hers. I can have it in moderation though. I’m not going to drink sweet tea… Which sounds easy…. But you haven’t tasted my Meema’s sweet tea!!! I will have a glass of unsweetened tea with splenda in it. So it won’t be terrible, but if I get through Thursday… I have a feeling, I’ll be able to get through Christmas as well!
Temptation is definitely not a fun thing to have dancing in front of your face…. As long as I can tell that temptation to shut the *BLEEP* up…. I’m going to survive. :-)

I Know this blog was a little scattered for the time being, but I just don’t want to be the stuffed turkey in my clothes, and I don’t want to look as though I’ve forced my fat butt into something that is four sizes smaller than me.
So if you see me around and I looked like I’ve stuffed myself in clothing that is too tight, please stop me, tell me to go back to the house, and change my clothes and put on something that fits.

“Don’t make a promise when you are in joy. Don’t reply when you are sad. Don’t take decision when you are angry. Think twice, Act Wise!”