I took my belt out of the loops on my size ten jeans yesterday. I walked around the house sans belt. My jeans sagged ala a plunger wielder or a vato. I enjoyed the breeze on the tops of my cheeks. And then I got the nerve to try something I haven’t tried in forever: I started to shimmy my hips to see if I could work my way out of my jeans without unbuttoning them. To me, this has always been a sign of “being thin.” Given, I have never owned a pair of size ten jeans before now — it is all relative.
Happily, my size tens made it over my ample hips with a fair amount of ease. I did a happy dance in the mirror. It probably burned some calories. BOOOO-Yaaaa!