I am about ready to go to a last-minute wedding as I possibly can be. I was going to wear dark jeans, one of my little white knit tops (belly-baring, of course) and my Eisenhower jacket (vintage and Air Force blue with sergeant stripes), because it looked cute, was appropriate for the weather, and I wanted to. But then … Lin pointed out that even though I am still skinny, I have a pooch over my waistband. That was all he needed to say to get me to change clothes, but he went on anyway, and now I don’t even want to go. I’m really struggling not to develop body image issues, because I am so far from being fat, but it isn’t easy when someone points out every pound you gain and where it is all the time. Like I don’t know.

So now I have on my over-sized black silk pirate shirt with the jeans and this awesome vest my mom made me out of old ties with Victorian embroidery all over it. The world is safe from seeing anything resembling skin on my body tonight.

I’m going to have to sit Lin down and have a talk about his constant pestering about my weight. If I was putting on a few pounds every week and anywhere near being fat, I could see him needling me a little, but come on … I am still Twig Woman. All it does is increase my social stress and play on my womanly fears of becoming unattractive. I don’t give him grief when he gains weight! Maybe I should. Then we could both be miserable together. Wouldn’t that be fun?

Anyway, we are running late. Lin is getting ready, and all I have to do is finish my cup of Dr Pepper and brush my teeth, maybe run a comb through my hair (for all the good it will do — I have Janis Joplin hair today, there’s nothing to be done about it). I’ll try to get some photos!

Really do wish Lin would lay off about the belly pooch. There are some things you just don’t tease a woman about.