This past Friday my sister surprised me with a trip snowboarding. A bunch of my friends were going up and she sneakily arranged me to be able to go by watching my ds for the time, I found out about it Thursday night right before I went to bed.
My late husband AJ had taught me how to snowboard when we first met and we used to go up to Stratton VT several times a year, but finances being tough I had not been in 2 years. When I was first starting AJ took me to the ski sale and we bought the gear I would need. As I was trying on pants in the dressing room he came over with what looked like the biking shorts for Robocop. I was appalled when he told me to put it on.
What he had brought was the protective bottoms that some boarders (not many) wear under their pants to protect the tail bone, butt, and hips. It is a spandex material with huge hard plastic pieces that fit over those areas. Here is a pic of one this one is WAY more stylish than mine if you can believe it
http://www.xsportsprotective.com/protec-ips-hip-women.html
Now like any normal woman the last thing I wanted was to wear something that literally made my rear end looked HUGE I mean comically huge. Picture a pear walking around the slopes with a hat on and long hair (that was me).
AJ was adamant about it, he had witnessed me in a big motorcycle accident a few years back (where I left all the flesh on my butt on a 100 foot strip of road, not fun at all) and was not going to take any chances of me hurting myself again. Since the only person I needed to impress was him I relented and we bought my Robo-butt shorts.
As the years went on I upgraded my robo butt to a knewer improved
pair and wore it faithfully when ever I snow boarded. Quickly I became blissfully unaware of how funny I looked in it especially if I took off my coat where then you could see the dramatic difference in size from my top to lower end.
Well he has been gone for almost 5 years now but I still wear those darn Robo-butt shorts.
Now this weekend as I was standing waiting for the lift with my guy friends I made a comment about my Robo-butt pants and how even though I was falling a bit I was not getting hurt because of it. My friend made some sort of comment and said that he never even told his gf about them because he didn't want to see her in it, then my other friend commented about how he would not want his GF to wear one either. I then realized that even though I had forgotten how silly I looked obviously no one else had. Then it hit me like a title wave.
For years AJ proudly walked me around Stratton, introducing me to people and showing me off as his GF, then Fiance, then wife, then soon to be mother of his first child. Never did he care in the least that no one knew I was wearing that padding under my clothes and all just must have assumed I was a very unfortunately shaped girl. His complete unconditional love could not care less about how silly I looked because he knew I would not be in pain or get badly hurt again and THAT is what mattered to him.
Now I don't think my guy friends don't love their women, nor do I think they are jerks by feeling the way they do, but I remembered what I always knew and still know deep down, that I had so much love had found my soul mate and that many people may never experience that strong a love that supercedes all pride and self image.
Many days I feel as though I was handed a very lousy deck of cards by loosing AJ so soon when I thought we would grow old together, but yesterday I realized how truly lucky I was. It is very bittersweet but I am clinging to the sweet part today and trying to keep the pain of having lost that at bay.
Moral of the story: True Love does not care about how big your a** gets.
My late husband AJ had taught me how to snowboard when we first met and we used to go up to Stratton VT several times a year, but finances being tough I had not been in 2 years. When I was first starting AJ took me to the ski sale and we bought the gear I would need. As I was trying on pants in the dressing room he came over with what looked like the biking shorts for Robocop. I was appalled when he told me to put it on.
What he had brought was the protective bottoms that some boarders (not many) wear under their pants to protect the tail bone, butt, and hips. It is a spandex material with huge hard plastic pieces that fit over those areas. Here is a pic of one this one is WAY more stylish than mine if you can believe it
Now like any normal woman the last thing I wanted was to wear something that literally made my rear end looked HUGE I mean comically huge. Picture a pear walking around the slopes with a hat on and long hair (that was me).
AJ was adamant about it, he had witnessed me in a big motorcycle accident a few years back (where I left all the flesh on my butt on a 100 foot strip of road, not fun at all) and was not going to take any chances of me hurting myself again. Since the only person I needed to impress was him I relented and we bought my Robo-butt shorts.
As the years went on I upgraded my robo butt to a knewer improved
Well he has been gone for almost 5 years now but I still wear those darn Robo-butt shorts.
Now this weekend as I was standing waiting for the lift with my guy friends I made a comment about my Robo-butt pants and how even though I was falling a bit I was not getting hurt because of it. My friend made some sort of comment and said that he never even told his gf about them because he didn't want to see her in it, then my other friend commented about how he would not want his GF to wear one either. I then realized that even though I had forgotten how silly I looked obviously no one else had. Then it hit me like a title wave.
For years AJ proudly walked me around Stratton, introducing me to people and showing me off as his GF, then Fiance, then wife, then soon to be mother of his first child. Never did he care in the least that no one knew I was wearing that padding under my clothes and all just must have assumed I was a very unfortunately shaped girl. His complete unconditional love could not care less about how silly I looked because he knew I would not be in pain or get badly hurt again and THAT is what mattered to him.
Now I don't think my guy friends don't love their women, nor do I think they are jerks by feeling the way they do, but I remembered what I always knew and still know deep down, that I had so much love had found my soul mate and that many people may never experience that strong a love that supercedes all pride and self image.
Many days I feel as though I was handed a very lousy deck of cards by loosing AJ so soon when I thought we would grow old together, but yesterday I realized how truly lucky I was. It is very bittersweet but I am clinging to the sweet part today and trying to keep the pain of having lost that at bay.
Moral of the story: True Love does not care about how big your a** gets.
