One of the exciting parts of losing a large amount of weight is seeing the physical transformation. One of my best friends comments to me often about the changes she has seen. "You're getting a shape," she'll say. To which my mind immediately replies, Other than round, you mean ... Her favorite comment is, "I'm sorry that your clothes are too big," when she sees me in my baggy pants and tent-like top that used to be fitted. It's a great feeling to pick up a pair of pants that six months ago I couldn't get past my thighs and discover that they fit, or better yet, are loose. Sweatshirts that used to squeeze my chest and not go past my waist now drape over my body in an extremely unattractive way, but I love it. Proof that I've made a change.
The other night, I was helping my sister work on a project. Her desk is situated near the foot of her bed so I tend to sit there while she sits at the desk. In a moment of exasperation, I flung myself backward, arms over my head. My sweatshirt (that was once too small to even pull on) lifted revealing a few inches of skin on my stomach. "You're getting a waist," my sister said in amazement.
I've always had a waist, obviously, but it was hidden. Well, it's starting to make an appearance, and I'm thrilled. Here's to having a waist!
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