Sunday, June 12, 2011

In which wearing is believing

I was rummaging through the closet today and I spied a pair of pants.

That pair of pants - a pair of Size 12 hand-me-down jeans from a friend, forever the smallest, furthest-away-from-fittingest pair in the closet.

Eh, what the hell... I thought, dropped trou and stepped into them to see how far I had to go.

Up over the knees. And thighs. And hips...comfortably. Then the big test.

I grabbed the zipper and pulled. And it closed. Comfortably.

Wait. What? They zipped! They fiiiiiiiit! I can wear these, right now, anywhere I want.

I can wear a Size 12!

Holy smokes.

For months these have been the smallest pair of pants in the closet. I believe the last time I tried them on, months ago, I couldn't get them past my knees.

And now I'm wearing them as I type this.

This time last year I was wearing Size 26, pictured above and on the right contrasted against my newfound skinny jeans.

That is a nice way to wrap up the week.