A scary step

Submitted by Hillary on Tue, 11/28/2006 - 2:42am.

I did some frantic house cleaning this weekend because of all of the various people who were going to be trooping through as part of the Thanksgiving festivities.  And one of the cleaning projects I tackled was going through the large pile of clothes that don’t fit anymore.  Every time I tried to get dressed and came across another item of clothing that I couldn’t wear anymore, I’d chuck it in the corner, sometimes with glee, sometimes with frustration.  It had gotten so big the dog had taken to sleeping in it, and was threatening to take over a large chunk of my floor space.   

I hadn’t been sure about what to do with the clothes.  I mean, there were a lot of clothes in that pile.  But they were clothes that didn’t even come remotely close to fitting me – size 16 clown pants, a suit skirt that falls halfway down my hips, a jacket that makes me look like a little girl playing dress-up in her mommy’s clothes.  I’m done with them.  I am quite determined that I will never wear those sizes again.  So I gathered my courage, bagged them up, and we took them to Goodwill.  And thus I declared my independence from sizes 16, 14, and some size 12’s.