Once around the block

This week I packed up my last pair of skinny pants to finally get them out of the house. You know, the pair that hung in the back of my closet for so long a thin layer of dust coated the top of the hanger and the pants fold.

We all have a pair of skinny pants. The ones we once could wear but now can’t pull them up passed our knees. The ones we promise ourselves we’ll wear again when we get rid of that Baby Fat. My baby just turned 27. My dream is a distant memory.

I tell myself if I ever do drop the BF and manage to fit into a size 10 again, I can simply buy a new pair of jeans, but it won’t be the same. It won’t give me that feeling of accomplishment slipping into those well-worn in just the right places jean would.

Maybe I should dig those pants out of the donation bag sitting at the front door – dust them off before hanging them back in the closet then take a walk around the block… for old-times’ sake.

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

10 thoughts on “Once around the block

  1. You are far from the only one with pants so far in the back of the closet it feels like going on safari just to get there. I gave up smoking 3 years ago and instantly put on 40 plus pounds and now I have several jeans and dress pants deteriorating to their basic elements back in those darkest reaches of my closet.

    No need to be sad
    I revel in the fact
    that I am now too old
    to worry if they will ever fit again.

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