I noticed lately that all my pants have gotten loose. I had to start wearing a belt for them. I'm a size 14, pants. So, I wanted to go the clothes store and just try on a size 13, feeling that maybe they'll fit me now since all of my pants had gotten loose.
I went to the store with my older sister and started looking through the pile of pants for a size 13. I looked and looked but could only find 12's. I told my sister and she told me to try a 12 then and I just said to her are you serious? a 12 would never fit me. Ever. My pants are loose but not that loose. But she got frustrated and told me to try them on because I was always underestimating myself and whatnot. Anyway, so I took the size 12 jeans which I kept observing on my way to the dressing room. I noticed how small the waist was and kept thinking to myself, I'm only building myself up for disappointment. I told my sister to wait outside the door to console me when I came out, cried and said they wouldn't go up my legs. She just rolled her eyes and told me to go in. (I'm a very mean person to myself, as you can tell but I find myself realistic, and a little bit hopeful. Little bit)
Anyway, I went in
took my size 14 pants off.
Put my legs in the size 12 pants, felt it go all the way up to my stomach without me having to inhale the whole time and not breathe! I buttoned and zipped looked at myself in the mirror. THEY FIT, PEOPLE! THEY FIT! I FIT INTO A SIZE 12!! this has never ever happened before.
"THEY FIT!" I said.
"I told you!" my sister said.
Then she told me to open the door and show her. So, I did. She looked at me with the new size 12 pants on and smiled, as I kept saying to myself I can't believe this.
Then I went back in, put my old pants on. Got out and sat on the bench with my sister outside the dressing room. I told her I was very close to crying. I never would've imagined that I could fit in a size 12 pants ever.
I still can't believe it. I'm just so proud that I made it that far when first I could never even wear pants, other then pajama pants that had elastic in them. The one pair of pants that I did own, were a size 21. I remember I could hardly breathe in those and only wore them like once. Now, reverse the numbers 21, I fit in a pair of pants that I can breathe in. And I feel happy. I actually feel happy.
