Both my sister and husband share the same birthday.
While I was in Canada I tried my best to pack "light." In the process, I forgot my beloved sweat pants...the ones I want to be buried in, the one article of clothing (and my favorite t-shirt) I want to be dressed in when people see me in my casket...THE ONE AND ONLY PAIR! I was forced to wear my snazzy/cute athletic shorts and jeans all day as well as most of the night.
It's really amazing how great I felt all week. It's like how a once obese person talks about losing the "extra baggage." It's not just the extra weight, but the emotional baggage. It's like I felt pretty and new and right.
This morning, Wednesday May 18, history took place. Not only the day after my half birthday, but the day I threw, THREW away my favorite sweat pants. Wednesdays are garbage pick up days...so the pants are long gone.
I kind of feel bad that I didn't donate the sweat pants. But really, why does another girl need fall victim to "sweat pant baggage."
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Because I was a sociology major, I couldn't help to think how amazing, almost odd just how strong the connection of feeling "beautiful" (whatever that idea means to you/me) and the clothes I wear, the beverages I drink and the food I eat...really is. (I want to say this " the clothes I wear make me beautiful" is mostly true to the American culture.)
Okthat'senough.
That is so true! It's a habit throwing on the yucky clothes the minute I walk in the door. I should really try that. So hard. I'd get so much more done.
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