This is a conversation I just heard in the elevator:
Husband and wife in their late 70’s.
wife: She used to be so skinny
husband: They are all skinny and then they get fat and for a good reason.
wife: I didn’t get fat
husband: You got fat
At that point the doors opened for my floor, I wish I could have stayed.
When ever I come to Miami, I am keenly aware of how fat I feel and how badly I want to be skinny. I hate to admit this. Today I did what Julia Roberts did in “Eat, pray, love”. I got jeans that actually fit me. For months now, I have been struggling with my one size too small jeans that show my butt when I bend down, in the hopes that one day they will fit. Today, I marched my “one size too big” butt to Marshalls (obviously) and got a new pair.
The last time I was in a department store, I overheard two friends talking. One told the other one that she is skinny. The skinny one answered, “No I am not, I have to lose 8 pounds”. At that point, I glanced over to see this girl. She was perfect. Not skinny, not fat, young and curvy.
The 8 pounds jumped out at me also because that was the number that I have been carrying around in my head since the “baby fat” factor. Need to lose 8 pounds has been my personal mantra.
As the smart husband said, it was for a for a good reason. And I am not fat if I fit into my new skinny jeans.
10:38 (record time, by a very tired Olia Rights)