On December 26, 2008, I happened to be in the City. So, I took advantage of that and went shopping for some new clothes. One of my purchases was two pairs of deeply-discounted corduroy pants. Not just any corduroy pants. Some may know them as skinny pants. I tried them on with trepidation. But I fit into them. On top of that, I fit into them after a big meal.
So, without some buyer's remorse, I purchased them. Got home. Took them out of the bag. Put them on top of my dresser where they stayed for a week. I finally threw them into my closet just to get them out of my sight.
I'm not sure why I hesitated to wear them. Probably because I didn't want to get disappointed if they didn't exactly fit the way I wanted them to. I haven't had this weirdness since I used to weigh 220 pounds. When you are 5' 6" and 220 pounds, there isn't much out there to wear that you can feel cute in. Because at that size nothing feels cute. And these skinny pants are the type of clothing that you have to feel cute in.
Well, this past Saturday, after a doing laundry, I re-organized my closet. There were the pants. Both pairs. I decided to take off the labels. And hang them neatly. I also decided to wear them to work the next day. And I did. And, guess what? They fit. Not only do they fit, they fit well. Granted, because of my thick thighs and huge calves, they do fit a little snugly in some places. I even got compliments. And say what you will, nothing feels better than getting compliments on how you look in your clothes. Nothing. Later.