I've just come to a startling revelation! Nobody cares if my arms are fat; they're not offended; I'm not sure anyone really notices. I had an inkling of that when we moved to Texas. Bountiful arms didn't seem to preclude anyone from wearing sleeveless tops, dresses, blouses. My old school thinking just wouldn't let me join in the freedom, however. (And, yes, I do know that's an incorrect use of the word "however" and I don't really care about that either). The real eye opener came when I was getting ready for my soon-to-be daughter-in-law's shower. My careful outfit planning hit a snag and what I had planned to wear wouldn't work. I looked like a nomadic tent. I quickly found a sleeveless top that matched the skirt but had nothing to wear over it. (I'm the one in the turquoise.) Melissa and her mom looked at me like I had two heads when I said I couldn't wear it because my arms were too fat. Bless them. I raised my chin and said, "to heck with it." You know, no one cared. Now, when I reviewed the pictures, I experienced a moment of terror - I really should have worn my Le Mystere bra then my stomach wouldn't have showed. But, stomachs are a different issue. I'll worry about that later.
