In the past I have wound up at Fred Meyer on Sunday afternoons, searching for any pair of pants that would fit. Monday would be coming and all my regular pants were painfully tight. I'd stand looking at myself in the mirror promising that this was the last straw.
Today I went in and walked over to the table where the Levi's were stacked. I started looking through the styles for size 12. I did this for a few minutes before I stopped dead in my tracks.
Somehow I'd forgotten that I'm a size 6.




