So we know that 40 inches is 40 inches. It doesn’t matter if you squish it into a
size 2 (now THAT is SOME ELASTIC, I’m telling you!) or swath it into a 4X…it is
STILL 40 inches.
So, why am I practically ecstatic that I can fit into a size
single-digit pair of pants????
I’m
not taking ‘em off!
All of the charts say that in reality I am a couple of sizes
away from this size range…and in my closet are a series of sizes which all
“fit” my body, none of which are as small as these pants declare. So, I know it is an anomaly. I know it is a “false size”. I know that.
Still…<wicked grin> I am in ‘em!!!! And I’m not taking them off!!!
Never mind that I haven’t worn “this size” since Jr. High
and likely will never actually wear this size. (Remember, I have big bones!
Even SKINNY, I just don’t wear the small sizes!)
They don’t bind. They
are not too short. (A common problem for
me) There is not any extra room, but I don’t have to lie on the bed and suck in
my breath to button them and zip up! All
of these things are added benefits. But this is not why I love to wear these
pants.
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| size 16 size 12 |
(If they were the same in all other respects, I'm picking the 12!)
Whatever my left-brain tells me, there is still this illogical
thrill…yes, I tell you, a heart fluttering THRILL (!) that they are a single digit size!!!
Can you remember what size you wore at specific points in
your life? I sure can. Strange.
At any given moment, I can’t remember my own phone number.
The zip code! The ages of my kids.
The birthdays of my grandchildren.
But I CAN tell you the size of the dress I am wearing in any photo. Easy. And
how much I weighed.
Strange. Very
strange indeed.




