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!
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.