My memories of a 32-inch waist are based entirely on how I felt after the great jump to 34, so great that for years after I’d still look first for the rare 33-inch jeans that Levi-Strauss seemed to be making just for me, until even they finally figured out I was a firm 34. The transition to 36 was more gradual, but no less traumatic, although I still can take some solace in the 36-inch pants that gather around my waist when I tighten my belt, and the odd pair of gloriously mislabelled shorts I find in the bargain bin.
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US (online) launch of 52 Weeks to a Sweeter Life
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Join us to celebrate the launch of 52 Weeks in the US! Wednesday October
16, 7:30pm EDT In conversation with Dr. B. Nilaja Green and organized
by Charis ...
1 day ago
Added to ABC Wednesday as "W is for Waist."
ReplyDeleteMy waist seemed to expand each year lol.
ReplyDeleteA writer's mind. of a six year old. Have a wonderful holiday!
Yeah, unfortunately, I can relate.
ReplyDeleteROG, ABC Wednesday team
Like the others... I too can relate. And holiday season doesn't help. That said, I wish you a wonderful holiday!
ReplyDeleteI do like a mislabelled size. I'll worry about the waist in the new year I think.
ReplyDeleteJoy, ABC Team