This Halloween, I was reminded of my young life as a chubette; actually, my whole has been lived as a chubette, but there were certainly times when it was more prevalent in my life than others. Halloween was one of those times. I always wanted to be a princess or a ballerina, but was always reminded that I was too chubby for those costumes, especially since my mother wasn't one of those creative, crafty types who could make costumes out of sheets, doilies, or old Christmas tree skirts, no, we bought our costumes at McCrorys’ Dime Store -- those paper-thin, shiny, highly flammable ones that barely made it over my pudgy body parts. Actually, thinking back, the costumes didn't really matter, because by October 31, it was usually so cold that we needed to wear coats or jackets over them and people just had to take our word for what we were dressed up as! Those costumes always came with facemasks, which was another problem for me because they didn't fit over my glasses; oh yeah, did I mention that not only was I a chubette, but a 4-eyed chubette--oh, the gods really smiled on me! I kept reminding my mother that princesses didn't wear glasses, but my mother insisted that I would get hit by a car without my glasses so I was relegated to just holding the mask over my face with the glasses on while I went about my trick or treating. I don't really know why I loved Halloween so much, well wait a minute, the bags of goodies certainly played a big part, but I guess it was just the chance to be somebody special--not some 4-eyed chubette, but a beautiful princess, even if it was only for one night a year!
Thursday, November 7, 2013
A Chubette's Halloween Memory
This Halloween, I was reminded of my young life as a chubette; actually, my whole has been lived as a chubette, but there were certainly times when it was more prevalent in my life than others. Halloween was one of those times. I always wanted to be a princess or a ballerina, but was always reminded that I was too chubby for those costumes, especially since my mother wasn't one of those creative, crafty types who could make costumes out of sheets, doilies, or old Christmas tree skirts, no, we bought our costumes at McCrorys’ Dime Store -- those paper-thin, shiny, highly flammable ones that barely made it over my pudgy body parts. Actually, thinking back, the costumes didn't really matter, because by October 31, it was usually so cold that we needed to wear coats or jackets over them and people just had to take our word for what we were dressed up as! Those costumes always came with facemasks, which was another problem for me because they didn't fit over my glasses; oh yeah, did I mention that not only was I a chubette, but a 4-eyed chubette--oh, the gods really smiled on me! I kept reminding my mother that princesses didn't wear glasses, but my mother insisted that I would get hit by a car without my glasses so I was relegated to just holding the mask over my face with the glasses on while I went about my trick or treating. I don't really know why I loved Halloween so much, well wait a minute, the bags of goodies certainly played a big part, but I guess it was just the chance to be somebody special--not some 4-eyed chubette, but a beautiful princess, even if it was only for one night a year!
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That is wonderful! :)Thanks. I am so glad I went on gmail and got this. (Me too,) Always a chubette. And yes, it was so cold we had to wear coats, but how much fun was it!! My favorite place gave out hostess potatoe chips, little bags, so we would go back a few times, pretending it was our first time. I think the lady was quite old and she always gave us another bag, I guess that is when I fell in love with older people (and Hostess chips). Happy fall Lois! Can't wait to see you.
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