So well that my curves are curvier, my legs are leaner, my butt is so round and plump.
I feel beautiful, sexy and smart. He needs my body to come alive!
Of course, I’m buying him.
He hangs in the front of my closet. I wear him all the time. Grocery shopping, out with the girls, with a blazer to work. I even thought about wearing him to a wedding once. He’s easily my favorite pair of jeans.
He fits me so well!
Now there’s a small, red wine stain on the left thigh– from that crazy night at dinner. One of the belt loops are broken. The blue is faded. They’ve stretched out a bit. Just adds a little character right?
They don’t make me feel beautiful, sexy or smart. But I’m not getting rid of them.
They used to fit me so well.
I remember those nights at dinner with the girls, I remember strutting down the cereal aisle, I remember dress down Friday’s in the office.
Ahh they used to fit me so well.
Now they are in the back of my closet. Utilizing a hanger. Taking up space. Hanging there as a memory. I haven’t worn them in years.
Why do I still have them? He doesn’t fit me anymore.
No love lost. So many memories. But it’s time to make some room.
I loved you and have to let you go.