There comes a time in a woman's life when she has to admit (painfully) that she's past her prime.
About 8 years ago, I must have looked resplendent in an elegant white designer gown at a friend's wedding because I could still remember how my date's jaw dropped when he saw me walking into the hall.
I was much slimmer then. My hair was long, shiny and natural. The dress hugged all the right places and accentuated my taut and slender figure. Sigh.
Fast forward. I have a wedding to attend in three weeks and I'm desperately looking for something to wear. As the wedding will be held in Hong Kong, I'm trying to avoid wearing black on an auspicious occasion. In my fervent attempt to salvage what (little non-black dresses) I have, I pulled out that expensive designer gown and paraded before my kids.
"Hideous! It makes you look FAT!", the kids chorused.
Really? I used to look so good in it.
"Put it away for good, please!"
Oh well, it's time to go shopping. I must admit that shopping is becoming such an ego-deflating exercise that I have almost stopped going altogether. Looks like I'll have to make that dreaded trip soon. It'll help if I can manage to shed some weight.