Two weeks ago i lost my pants. Poof ghandi! In the snow bank in a most public location. Out front of the local medical center...across from the hospital helo pad. A chopper had of course JUST landed. I then had to bend down to retrieve said garments. It was a grand event. All i could think was "well thank god im not wearing black underwear with a big ole 'X' across the tookus, or theyd fire up the chopper thinking theyd missed."
So my bf took me shopping. 37 years and no man has ever bought me clothes. Hes so awsome. So i bought a 16 , yes... 16 people. SIXTEEN. Still in the oversize store..but wth...sixteen. Two weeks have passed since. I uh....cant keep the 16s up anymore. I have been through my closet many times... at first getting rid of my clothes was fun. Now im getting down to the stuff i really like. I dont want to part with it. Soon very very soon i will have no clothes. None. As much as i try to embrace the positive of my shrinking girth... wont make a lick of difference in my social life..if im naked. Wait maybe i need to rethink that.
In anycase... i can NOT afford to keep both shrinking me and growing daughter BOTH clothed. So , everyone get your sun glasses out... cuz i dont have a tan..theres going to be a glare.