So at the end of Year 1 at university, I had to sit a Teeline exam. To anyone who isn’t familiar it’s the journalists second language – it also resembles hieroglyphics to anyone not familiar (and some of us who are familiar.)
We were all due to sit this exam in one of the lecture theatres that has the individual chairs with built in mini desks.
One problem – no way was my boobs and stomach going to squeeze behind one of those desks without either some serious damage to me or the chair!
So instead I proclaimed to the lecturer “can I have a desk at the front? Because realistically my boobs and belly are not going to squeeze into one of these”
Rather amused he gave me permission. Thankfully a few others followed suit.
Was I embarrassed no? I wasn’t going to fit no point denying it! I would have been embarrassed had I tried and failed to squeeze myself in!
The bonus I got a big desk all to my self so I could spread out as much as I wanted and I got a chair big enough for my bum haha.
This one I have always laughed at so feel free to giggle without a single ounce of guilt.
When I was in my late teens I was at one of the local clubs in town.
To say I had drunk a little too much was a massive understatement.
I was true to the stereotypes of people my age and I was totally and utterly sozzled.
Anyway, in this club there was a cash machine. The cash machine was against the wall next to a door. The door was in the corner.
Sorry my descriptions are rubbish but basically the layout meant that there was a corner wall then the door, then the cash machine.
And in my inebriated state I managed to wedge my big bottom in this gap between the corner wall and the cash machine.
Could I get up no?!
All I could do was laugh!
Until finally a friend walked past and pulled me out of said gap.
And back to the bar I went haha.
Now this one is a little more humiliating. I’m at peace with it now but at the time I was left red faced!
So a friend and I were due to go on holiday to Amsterdam, everything was going well and I was really excited, that was until I had to do my seatbelt up.
My belly meant no way in hell was this seatbelt going on.
I then had the humiliating ordeal of the passenger next to me noticing and the air hostess having to get an extender that is usually used for when a child is on a mothers lap.
I wasn’t just in a deep dark hole of embarrassment, I was nuclear and space embarrassed.
However what I will say now I’ve had a few years to get over it, is I never want to experience that again.
So I won’t.
Over the next few days I’m going to be embarrassingly honest and tell you about awkward moments I have encountered due to being porky.
If you don’t laugh you’ll cry!
I have always been a confident over
weight person and under no illusion about my size.
So please laugh away, I do not mind one bit! I often look back and giggle although at the time some weren’t as funny as others!!
So here it is…
The Awkward Moment Series
“Unexpected item in the bagging area”
Whilst self scanning at the supermarket… I look nope nothing there, oh wait… it’s referring to my belly or at least some of my body gently resting against the machine.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who has suffered this?!!! 😂💜
Do you have any? 🙂