Brutal honesty and denim

by renegademama

 

So I have this friend. She’s kinduva bitch.

And I mean that in the entirely derogatory sense of the word.

I can do that, because she knows she’s a bitch. Like I know I’m offensive.

One must own their shit, ya know.

This woman will tell you what’s up and she won’t sugar-coat it, and yeah. Sometimes it STINGS.

She won’t soften it to save your delicate feelings or protect the soul of your vulnerable inner child. Fuck your inner child, I hear her saying, “you’re a big girl now.”

Sometimes I want to punch her in the face because I’m like “look lady, leave me alone, I don’t have time for this shit and I’d REALLY APPRECIATE IT if you’d just let me hide out in my warm little delusional cave.” But she won’t. It’s outta the question.

(Not gonna lie, it’s a little unnerving to be around that much honesty. Kinda makes you realize how totally and completely full of shit most people are (including me!)).

But after that initial “I’ll kill you in your sleep” passes, I want to kiss her and tie her up in my basement until she promises she’ll never leave, because I realize I have a friend who loves me enough to tell me the truth.

Like the other day when I showed up at her house in The Only Pair of Jeans I owned, which happened to be a size too big and consequently hanging off my ass, a feature that was particularly problematic when I would bend over, since my underwear aren’t the grandma kind (if ya know what I mean). And, if you read my last post, you know I have NO BUSINESS WHATSOEVER wearing non-grandma underwear. But I do anyway, because I got hooked on them in college, and I’ve never gone back. So in short, my bending over revealed what I can imagine was a somewhat disconcerting montage of cotton, cellulite and butt crack, with possibly a few stretch marks thrown in for good measure.

Hot. “Hot” is the word you’re looking for.

Anyway she basically recited the aforementioned paragraph to me in no uncertain terms, punctuating the entire thing with “we’re going today to get you new jeans. Today.”

Luckily, my two other way nicer and way gentler friends were there to soften the blows of The Bitch, and luckily the four of us are the most perfect disaster in the world, so we could go to the mall with the distinct purpose of fixing my broke ass and it felt alright and was only kind of embarrassing.

We’re like a Sex in the City episode, only with way hotter, smarter women (um duh), and not in New York. And possibly less expensive shoes. And not quite so skinny. So maybe not like it at all. Let’s move on.

So we get there and The Bitch starts running around grabbing shit off shelves, demanding my size and that I try certain things on, then hauls me into the dressing room where she sits there and watches me squeeze my rear end into approximately 9,000 pairs of jeans she chose.

Ah, but then the miracle happened. I put a pair on. She said “Holy shit, those are hot. Your ass is amazing. Your thighs look so thin it’s criminal.”

I turned a couple times in front of the mirror. She called my other friends in. They all agreed. They all discussed my amazing ass.

They told me the TRUTH, and I knew it. I knew there was nothing but honesty, and my feelings weren’t being factored into their assessment, so I could rely wholeheartedly on anything they said.

And there is no better thing in a friendship, as far as I can tell.

So I bought the damn jeans, and I wear them, and I know I look good, and I feel confident and loved, because I’ve got friends who are willing to help me, even if it may embarrass me to be helped.

I have friends who love me even though I’m a certifiable dork who can barely dress herself, who repeatedly wears clothes that should be thrown away, and will continue doing so until somebody has the balls to say “Janelle. SERIOUSLY?”

They know all this, and they’ll say it out loud, and then they’ll handle it, for me, with me.

In spite of me.

Until they’re the asshole in the saggy jeans, and I’m the bitch, and it’s my turn to tell the truth and drag them into the dressing room, loving them anyway, for being such a dork, for needing me to pick them up, save them one more time, with brutal honesty, and denim.

You see that face she’s making? Yep. It says it all.

 

 

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18 Comments | Posted in nothing to do with parenting. | January 30, 2013
  • Caryl

    Love it. I’m The B for my friends. That’s ‘abrasive bitch’ to my colleagues.
    Keepin’ it real in the sisterhood,
    Caryl

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  • Dixiebelles

    Great post. Wish I had that sort of friend. Wish I could be that sort of friend. I am honest, just not the kind that makes people write glowing blog posts about me.

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  • Corinne

    There was not a doubt in my mind who the B was when I read the line, “Janelle. SERIOUSLY?”

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  • Sam Kidd

    God, I wish I had friends like that.

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  • kstohl

    not gonna lie, that butt don’t quit.

    skinny pants and toms for the win! love you.

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  • Fiona

    Love it. I want a friend like that. (And some new jeans.)

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  • Travey a.k.a.

    Congrats on the ass defining jeans. Kay we all find such a lair. I was the bitch… got bumped for a bigger one. Apparently, I wasn’t bitch enough. But now, I’m the bitch’s bitch, so… I guess that makes me the bottom bitch? Wait. What? Ok. Now my brain hurts.

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  • Tracey a.k.a. kidlit

    Man! Never type sleep deprived or auto correct will eat you for LUNCH! That should read “May we all find such a pair!” *sheesh*

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  • Michael Ann

    What? Where’s a photo of your amazing ass in the new jeans?

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  • Julie

    So–I have to disagree. Your friend is not a Bitch. If she were a bitch, her honesty would be coming from a dark place. Not an “I’m being honest because I love you” place. Since she didn’t snicker and point behind your back at your dental-flossed ass crack and let you continue on in public that way, I’d say she’s’ just brutal with possibly a smidgen of obnoxious thrown in. Which is pretty refreshing on most every level.

    Congrats on your awesome ass and thin legs!!

    MUWAH!

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    • renegademama

      True! If she were an actual bitch, we would so NOT be friends.

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      • Emily

        The thing that saves it all is that she then steps in and helps you, forcefully if necessary, instead of punctuating the whole episode with something about how you’re somehow lacking as a person and you need to solve everything yourself.

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  • Sara

    I wanna see the pants damnit. And I got the thong song stuck in my head.

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    • renegademama

      I know, I know. I should post a picture of my ass. One of these days.

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  • Sarah

    This may be an odd thing to say, especially as a brand-new reader who just came across your blog by accident and has never commented before, but I just feel compelled to say that you have a Camerion Diaz-thing going on. Which is good, I totally have such a thing for Cameron Diaz and her amazing smile!

    Anyway, awesome blog, I love having something interesting to read again!

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  • Pema

    I loved this! Thanks :) It made me think of one of my bff’s!

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  • Joanne

    Go back, go back and get two more pair because when they wear out they won’t be in the store anymore. They change brands every 6 months and it can make a women go mad!!!!

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  • Sarah

    I know this is an old post, but I’m also in desperate need of jeans that fit so please do tell the name of these amazing jeans?

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