The housewives of....

(bear with me through the first part. try not to be offended if it applies to you. i have a point eventually)

Sometimes I joke about the ladies from the town next door and refer to them as "The Housewives of Gilbert."

A town full of neighborhoods filled with ladies who intimidate me.

They are all stereo-typically skinny.

Lately all of them are sporting chevron maxi skirts, or colored skinnies, chambray oversized or chiffon ruffled shirts layered with June cleaver cardis and are dripping with "statement Jewelry" whether real or imitation.
They wear heels to grocery shop, or Toms.

They sport lots of  MAC make-up.

All of them carry big purses, some are authentic and others boutique finds.

 Most have highlighted hair  and/or wear it long with pornstar curls in their extensions.

It seems like everyone has eyelash extensions.

They are seen around town driving big nice SUV's. They can be found "at the gym" or what i assume is freshly back from the gym because they are still wearing their gym clothes at school drop off and pick up time, mostly they are showing off their super trim bodies. because they look too perfect with their hair done or make up on.

Their pinterest boards are full of amazing decorating, party and craft ideas. Their Homes are spotless and their children are all dressed to the nines and involved in numerous extracurricular activities.


ok so that sounded kinda harsh. I know I've offended a few of my bunko divas for making blanket statements like that.  Who are in fact Gilbert housewives. which I never intended. I love my bunko divas.

I know ladies like this live everywhere. Utah ladies? California girls? There is a pocket of these ladies in my own neighborhood. across the street even.

Have I gotten to know them? not yet. but by appearances sake they look like the ladies that scare me. Like they might not accept me, because well, I'm me.

I hear tell the ladies in my neighborhood aren't nice or friendly. It was proven when no one even brought us cookies when we moved in.

ding ding! right there, not welcoming us into the 'hood? HIDEOUS!

I will tell you, I'm going to be extra nice to our new neighbors because I just don't want them to feel unwelcome.

Now since we moved in I've felt intimidated by the ladies here, it hasn't really gone away. I've thought about it and analyzed it. We've discussed it at bunko and it was discussed on FB.

I have let this worry steal my joy for too long.

Time for a little self realization. I do my best thinking here on the blog (whether it offends someone or not, this is about me today.)

The reason they intimidate me is because I am jealous and insecure. NEWS FLASH!

Seriously though, sometimes it's because I'm not skinny. hello, haven't I accepted that fact yet?

how many years have I let that fact steal my joy? I will tell you...23 years. 23 years I have struggled with how much I weigh, not so much the actual weight but how I perceived myself. the actually poundage doesn't matter if when I was so skinny people spread rumors I was anorexic. That isn't the case now but, even when I  was really truly thin, I let the numbers on the scale rule how I felt about myself. I had unrealistic expectations.  I compared myself to my friends and magazine  models.

 Eventually I've gotten closer to accepting myself. I still struggle especially if I'm comparing myself to others, fast forward to now...

Why should I compare myself to them(these ladies)? I'm pretty sure they might have made some assumptions about me, like I have about them. whatevs.

Time to move on. give it a chance or let it go.

So all those stereotypical statements about the Gilbert housewives? While some may be true, it's not all these ladies are. Just like I'm not just a fat lady in a skinny world. I am fabulous.

Not just  the skinny ladies are stereotypical housewives.

I confess I am rocking a June Cleaver cardi right now, my chevron maxi dress is hanging in my closet. Now that I knocked the colored skinnies and chambray, I confess I've been on the hunt for the right pair. Oh and I'd get lash extensions in a heartbeat.

My designer purse is huge and expensive and my statement jewelry was probably handcrafted by myself or a loved one.

So what I wear or don't, doesn't matter and what they wear and do with their time doesn't matter.


I just may not fit in because I'm too cleavage-y, I have too many kids and I don't freaking care what people think about me.

Maybe that's just it.

I'm not one to go with the flow and blend in. I stand out. people either like me, or they don't.

My beloved Gilbert housewives at bunko told me that once these skinny Mesa housewives get to know me, they will love me.

I've come to realize, if they don't it's OK.

I am an original. There is no one like me. (ok so there are some really close copies out there, don't be fooled if you see one of my sisters.)

 let's be real {whispering behind my hand in your ear} I'm the most fabulous one. 

The cookies from the neighbors isn't a big deal, I guess I just didn't realize how great and friendly my old neighborhood was. 



 what do you think of the bubble statement necklace trend?

How do you feel about colored skinnies and chambray shirts making a comeback from the 80's/90's ?

What kind of ladies intimidate you?

What do the housewives of your town look like?




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