The New Me

When my mother moved to Toronto, I helped with her yard sale. She had in her possession some clothes I wore in my twenties. I wondered how I ever fit into them. True, I am heavier than I was then, but not all that much. Things have shifted, however. My pelvic bones irreversibly altered by pregnancy. Weight that used to sit high and firm has descended to my waist and hips. It’s a new me that looks way better clothed than not. Funny how self-conscious I was of my body back then, when it was in the peak of youth.