I've never been a big girl. Although I had my own self-imposed weight "issues" when I was in high school & college, looking back now I realize how silly I was. I struggled to lose weight after my first baby, and literally left the mall crying when I could barely squeeze my tush into a size 11/12 pant. I've always hovered somewhere between a 7/8 and a 9/10. At 35 years old, I'm okay with that size. I don't weigh myself very often, because it will cause me to become obsessive, so I just avoid it.
Today, I went to my fave store (Maurice's) to get some new work clothes. I typically do not have to try anything on in that store, because their size 7/8 clothes are made for me. But today, I tried several different outfits on. The first two pair of pants fit perfect. But then I got to the third one, and I was swimming in it. I was just going to put it back, but decided to ask the sales girl to get me a 5/6 just to try, as I really liked the pair of pants with the outfit that I had picked out. I just knew that they weren't going to fit.
But....they did. Like a glove. I realize that this just means that this particular pair of pants is made bigger than the rest, but for me, it was freaking awesome. I want to hang a sign around my neck that says, "These pants are a size 5/6!!!!!" I realize that this probably makes me sound very shallow, and I apologize. But, every woman can admit, regardless of their size, that squeezing your behind into a size smaller than you normally wear is an AWESOME feeling. I literally haven't been able to get into a 5/6 since middle school. My rather large rear end and thick thighs (in comparison to my relatively small waist) simply will not allow it.
So, I am excited. It totally made my day. I shall hold onto these pants forever, as it will probably never happen again. :) Today, it truly was the "little" thing that made me happy.
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