So I brought the Maggy London dress to my parent's place for Christmas dinner in the hopes that my critical Mom would react the way you guys did. Not so much. She can't exactly put her finger on why she doesn't like the dress, but she doesn't. Christmas is her favourite day of the year and she always works especially hard to make it special for people, so I always feel compelled to do all I can to keep her happy. Against Corey's judgment (he liked the dress), I changed into a simpler and less-YLF-ish outfit of slim-leg black pants with my purple scoop-neck chain top. I'm just so discouraged that I can't seem to please her. I know full-well it shouldn't matter, but unfortunately it does. I'm close to my family, my mom in particular, and she's always taken great pains with my physical presentation to the world. She's the one who taught me about fit and colour and the ways to interact successfully in the sighted world, but at the core I believe she is ashamed of my weight. She's never said as much and would never ever admit it out loud, but I'm certain it's true. She likes outfits that conceal my bulk as much as possible and thinks pants look better on me (probably because my legs are embarrassing to her).
Christmas dinner went off fine with my new outfit, but right now I must confess I'm feelingg disgusted with my body (more than usual), upset with myself for caving in, disappointed with myself for letting my body get to this state, and just generally kind of uncool.
Prior to this, I really did have a lovely Christmas, and I sincerely hope you all had the same. Thank you for hearing me out, but I knew if I had to vent about this, I could do it here.