The trip to Florida is in a week, and then in May I have a work event in Barcelona and my sister in law wedding.
I needed a dress that fit and the Panther (mom) needed a break from her daily shenanigans, so she came to Milan last Friday. We went to see an exhibition featuring Marc Chagall drawings, and then shopping. I had already in my mind to buy the same model as the dress below, in an acquamarine color (and in a different size).
"You are not going to wear that right?"
"uh yes, why?"
"your arms are too fat"
"Mom - this is a size 8 and I do not even have to pull by belly in to zip it - I don't think it's necessary to make dramas"
"I still don't think you should wear it - and it doesn't make sense to buy it, why don't you just wear the old one?"
"Because the old one (size 4) does not fit any longer - I would need to drop 15kg (33lbs). And Florida is next week and the wedding is on May 15"
"Well I think you can lose 15 kilos in two months"
"Mom are you kidding me? If I lost 15kg while working in 8 weeks, I would die or worse".
Below the original dress, worn at a wedding in Portugal in summer 2017
I cringe at the thought I felt fat. I was not skinny, but compared to now I was a fucking goddess.