So April is over … were the fuck did that go? It was only Christmas 2 weeks ago… Now I am sounding like my parents, so does time appear to go faster as you get older, or are we just more aware of time? Though five extra minutes in bed on a Monday morning certainly goes faster than five minutes in the dentists chair…
Anyway I digress… Back to the subject of a back fat. At what point do you develop this strange overhang that is partly tucked into your bra and the other roll smiles back at you from a changing room mirror?. Of which, I recommend that you NEVER EVER try anything on in & Other Stories, in their changing room. The lighting and mirror arrangement allows you to study every roll, crease and droop that you didn’t know you had! I don’t need to see my strangely proportioned back view, ever.. Ladies, ignorance really is bliss when it comes to back fat. From the front I appear to be ‘reasonably’ slim, however from the back I have sagging rolls that I obviously and unintentionally tuck into my jeans as I am blissfully unaware of this strange addition to my 50 year old body. I always thought that the gym was the place to discover what you actually looked like. However as my eyesight starts to recommend reading glasses to complement my glasses for driving (I refuse to wear bi-focals…yet) I am aware that I cannot actually see myself clearly in any mirror at the gym, plus when I do actually venture to the gym, my Lululemon tank holds everything in (including my internal organs), its so tight. So maybe that’s the answer?…. no glasses/contact lenses and a lycra top so tight its the equivalent of a Victorian corset….
Fat back at 50… I wonder if that’s a hashtag?
Not Ready for Cardigans 