Since I’ve lost all this weight,
I haven’t gone shopping for new clothes.
First of all, I can’t afford it.
And secondly, I still have about 10 pounds to go, so I’m trying to hold out.
But we got invited to a party last night.
A grown up party.
And I didn’t want to wear the same running shorts and free triathlon shirt that I wear every day to the party.
Plus, yesterday we had a tag sale.
So I took a little bit of the money we made, and I went to Target.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve gone into a dressing room in the past 8 years.
It’s just been too depressing.
I went in.
And it didn’t suck.
from most angles,
I liked how I looked.
I didn’t hate how I looked, but I actually liked how I looked.
I had a fucking pleasurable experience in a dressing room.
Which is semi-miraculous.
Excited, I rushed home to change.
I put on my new outfit.
I straightened my hair and put on mascara,
I haven’t done all those things in combination in many months.
As I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for my husband to get ready,
Number 3 walked by.
And he stopped.
He did a double-take.
And then he said,
His voice got really quiet.
He stared right at me, and he said,
“You look really pretty.”
He has never said that to me.
In eight years.
And you know what?
It was totally
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