Cried in the dressing room today.

Last night I was getting ready for the talent show and my daughter looked at me and said, "Mom that shirt is way too big for you." She pulled out one of her shirts and put it on me. It fit but I was uncomfortable that it wasn't big and baggy. I chose to wear my shirt anyway. She told me today she wanted to take me bargain shopping for some new clothes. She said that I was looking really good but that my clothes were way too big for me. I told her that I wanted to wait until after my hysterectomy to get new clothes. My belly is swollen from fibroids and I'm hoping it will go down after my surgery. She kept talking to me about it and said, "Mom, these can be your fat clothes for when you're bloated later. Trust me, you'll feel better when you get some clothes that fit." So, I agreed to go. She brought me some shirts and several pairs of size 8 pants. The size 8s seemed too big on me. I said, "Let's try a 6. I think these are still too big." She brought me several pairs of 6s and they fit me. They made my butt and legs look fantastic. I had been hiding them in way too big 10s for several months. She said, "You look like you're going to cry." I said, "Babe, you don't understand. I've never ever worn a size 6."