Changing rooms - I hate you

I am feeling depressed.

T and i just returned from a shopping trip. I don't shop often, and i definitely do not shop unless i have something specific that i need, and want to buy. The days of me being able to wander aimlessly around shopping centres with a pile of money, being able to buy whatever useless things catch my eye - are well and truly gone.

Thank goodness for that.

I have worn the same pair of jeans for the last three years. They were purchased at Jay Jays - which is a very low end - aka cheap - shop aimed at teenagers. I am lucky. I can still fit into the same size jeans that my daughters wear, so when they found their jeans for $30 bucks at Jay Jays - i copied them and bought a pair for myself - much to their horror.

I say i am lucky but i really should be saying i WAS lucky. I would still be wearing those jeans had i not met T. T is what i refer to as a "chubby chaser". He likes voluptuous women. This has meant that for the last 9 months he has been trying to fatten me up. The bigger my butt gets - the sexier he thinks i am. Those size 6 skinny jeans did not have much moving room to start with, and now they are worse than painful to wear, not to mention the fact that it takes me half an hour and a lot of jumping around the bathroom to get them past my knees. My thirty dollar jeans did me well, and would have kept doing me well - had i not met T. He never stops putting food in front of me.

I needed new jeans.

I still have a lingering sense of horror at what i saw in that changing room. T did not help matters as he rubbed my leg as we drove home while I muttered something under my breath about not eating for the next 6 months. I did not need to hear how much he loves big butts and mine is the sexiest he has ever seen. Do those changing room lights and mirrors do that on purpose? Is there some subconscious marketing ploy that i am not aware of that makes me hand over more money - the worse i look? Are those mirrors lying to me? Or do i really look like a sausaged legged marshmallow woman???

I am never going shopping with T / Mr Make Bffs with Shop Assistants again. There was a reason that i always run in, avoid shop assistants, grab what i need, and get out of there without trying whatever i am buying on. Today - i was reminded of that reason.

Changing rooms - I HATE YOU.

I purchased the first pair of jeans that i tried on and got the heck out of there.

 I hope they look ok.

I'm off to wrap myself in a sack while i express my distrust at my own mirrors. Changing room mirrors or my mirrors at my home - one of you is lying!