Morning crisis

This morning after trying on 5 different blouses, I was on the edge of crying. No matter what I tried on, it looked just awful on me (I am not really fat; it is the clothes that make me look fat). My husband does anything to avoid my hysteria and said:

“Bla, bla bla, you are beautiful with anything on. Son, isn’t mom a beautiful girl?”
“No dad, mom is a beautiful lady!”

I am going to buy that Wii to my son, no matter what. I will sell my husband if I have to.



(Or is it the mirror that makes me look fat?)