So last night my friend Jamia was pretty insistent that my size 18 jeans were too big.
"They aren't staying up Gretchen. Seriously, come over to my house. I've got some old size 16 jeans that don't fit me anymore that you should try on. You can have them."
I didn't get any hopes up. I mean, I just don't see it. I've been an 18 for so long now that I just assume I'm still an 18 and ignore the fact that I keep having to adjust my pants. Okay, so maybe they're a little big now but.. I'm totally not small enough for a SIXTEEN yet!
We get there and I pick them up and look at the waste, "Oh Jamia, these will never get up over my thighs..."
"Just try them."
So I pulled them up. But wait, get this: They went over my thighs! And then they zipped up. AND BUTTONED!
Okay, so maybe I am a 16 now.
I'm absolutely floating on air!