I had an exciting shopping experience last week. I needed an outfit for my brother in law's rehersal dinner and true to form, I went shopping about 6 hours before it started.
I found an adorable black and white matte jersey shirt that had yellow and lime green flowers throughout it. I wanted to wear it with black capri pants, but I couldn't find any in "my size."
I'm still not sure what my size is. Six? Eight? Actually looking for those numbers is weird. In my mind I am still a size 12.
I decided to focus my attention on white pants because I thought that the shirt would look nice with those as well. I found a pair that I loved, but they didn't have a size six, so, I half heartedly pulled a four off the rack, fully expecting that they wouldn't fit.
Thanks to the miracles of modern medicine and Spanx, they fit! Holy cow, I got into size four pants. I bought size four pants. I wore size four pants. I rocked the size four pants. I held my breath and was careful not to make any sudden moves in size four pants.
The dress I wore to the wedding the next day was a six petite, for those keeping score.
I love my re-emerging body!
