The frumpy fat mom

I had many errands to run for the day, but my last stop was at a vendor we've been dealing with for my son's football team. When I walked in, the owner called me by a different name. I corrected her with a smile and she said, "Oh, you look so different today. You actually look really happy." I jokingly said, "Well, it's ok if you say that I usually look more frumpy." She reluctantly agreed.  Thankfully, the surprise didn't show on my face that she had the balls to agree with me. 

I admit it.  I could easily be described not only as "the fat mom" but as "the frumpy mom".  My wardrobe consists of t-shirts, shorts, no make up, wet hair that is usually in a messy bun.  Why dress up when I feel frumpy on the inside?  It takes me less than 10 minutes to throw something on and walk out the door.  I look long enough in the mirror to make sure there is nothing in my teeth or hanging out of my nose. 

Today is different though!  I feel good about myself (which is a rare occasion).  For the first time in ages I made an attempt to not be frumpy by dressing in something other than an oversized t-shirt, spending time on my make up, and actually using a blow dryer.  Amazingly, it felt good!  I felt good!  And because I feel good about myself, maybe just maybe it shows on the outside too!