So, I've put a spot of weight back on in the past several months...and while the unhealthy-minded part of me misses the malnourished sprite that got sick off of at least one meal daily, it doesn't hurt so much when I lie down anymore. The ribcage has a bit more of a cushion.
I ordered a skirt for myself last week...it was on clearance and I ordered it a size larger than I was once, thinking I was probably just thicker enough around the middle...but I really need to stop throwing away receipts and ripping off tags as soon as I get something. I wore the skirt to work yesterday and as soon as I got there I accosted my team: "Does anybody have a safety pin?"
They scurried around, offering binder clips and security tag pinchers while I stood looking properly devastated. "I don't think I'm in danger of being indecent...?" I stated uncertainly. Finally, a sewing kit did there emerge and I made my way to the bathroom, righting my waistband to a more appropriate circumference.
Ohmigosh! How could I forget the pantiless pants-split! I should have gone to you first! Totally! I was just so deer-in-the-headlighty when I got out of my car and, as soon as I felt my waistband (lined with a slippery satin-type material) shimmy ever lower on my hips, the cool air crawled beneath my coat to tickle my belly button.